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 :)

From memory

You are storm
And this is the aftermath –
Pain and all its synonyms.

But enough.
I will welcome the rain to refresh my spirit
But I refuse to be left hopeless;
Chilled to my very soul.

Pass me by.
I’ll mark you as just another storm.

3rd August 2002

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