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 :)


Silence could only stretch so far
And I'm beginning to
Hate you
For your closed lips
Your unyielding wall
Your unbridgeable distance

Is it,
Were it,
All true?

Really dumb,
Are you?!

-19th April 2002
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