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 :)


And yet at night
Something is echoing within.

No one,
And yet in my mind
There’s someone for whom teardrops are falling.

And yet in that deepest part
Nothing, no one and none
Has the power to
Deeply hurt.

14th June 2002
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