::As Of This Moment::
With no return of a heart now hollow
Emptiness settles within
With each passing moment, there seems no end
Debating against my being, another chance to feel
What is it like for my heart, someone to steal
Since the inevitable appears to be, a chance very slim
I will not waste away, waiting for my physical image of him
It must be some cruel fate
A future I dearly hate
To wonder
To ponder
So the rain are my tears
Washing and hiding, my sadness and fears
Copyright© 2005 J.A.P.
Written: Spring 2003

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