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 :)


Patch up this gaping hole you have created
Its draining me;
Drawing out all remaining energy

So bad, I can't go on
Know I might collapse
Till you've placed the last stitches
Back on.

- 17th March 2002
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