dolorous interludes.

She walks in circles; she needs a treasure chest to lock her heart in, but where can she and where shall she lay her broken sobs and half angry tears? She sees no rainbows nor blue skies; December is a wintry month where lonely souls grow cold and find comfort in what fire they can draw bodily warmth from. "the ash tree is cold to look at", indeed it is; "and she smiles when she feels like crying..."

i love the way poems and songs speak to me and for me sometimes. i have only myself to blame. i feel so silly yet again. i knew that this would happen; i wanted to take my chances, and its payback time now. knowing it would have happened doesnt stop the pain though. does he see it? can he see it?

i doubt it. he's been too busy.

posted by voyeur @ 12/04/2003 11:17:00 PM