late at night

Mar 21 04:40 UTC 1995

Lonely is as lonely does,
hearts that hunger 
        for what once was

A silent tear in the dark of night,
a stifled surge of fear,
embitterred passion and hopeless plight.

We clutch our sheets and will it back,
making promises anew to live this life.

And yet, some small space never fills,
the space of darkness that slowly kills.

response 2 of 3:

Mar 22 15:19 UTC 1995

thanks, glad you did....