They Never Met
By GhostWriter
Our talks are short; our talks are sweet You touch my heart; it skips a beat Your day is done; mine just begun You need to sleep; I need to run Voices never heard; hanging on every word Words soothing the soul; calming to our minds Fodder for sweet dreams; nurture for a day spent Reward for waking again; hope as the day begins Met in a chat room; only by sheer circumstance Were it in person; would we have taken the chance You are over there; I will forever be over here That we shall never meet; remains my worst fearThis just came to me while observing in a chat room. Not sure I even like it, but what the heck. Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 12:31 AM PST 17 • 0 • 12
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"Our talks are short; our talks are sweet..."