These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Faultline



You were part of a chapter I’ve already left behind
A period I’ve put there marks the end of the line
But now you’re here again, knocking at my heart
Acting like you’d like to be a part of it
Impatient for a new story to start.

Tell me, are you for real?
Do you really want to be my friend
Haven’t I told you before of what you could do
If you would but make the smallest lie, or pretend?
If that’s all what this is about
I want no part of your game
I’d rather that you leave me alone.
I’m not in shape now to delve into more pain.

Go away, wandering spirit
Don’t win me over with that seeming openness on your part
You’re not far from impressing me
Later I just might end up with a broken heart
I’ve loved you then, still love you now
Though it is but a cherished memory
If you succeed, I’ll just love you more
And at the same time, be wallowing in misery.

2001 November 19

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