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 :)

Wishing for Angels.

I wished for angels
To hold me within their wings
So I could forget that I have wounds that would not heal
Because you wouldn't speak.
And with every passing moment of silence,
I am cut more deeply.

So I wish for angels
For only  them  could comfort me

31ST December 2001
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