Fake Until Now...and There is no Control

Float through life a mere ghost never really there There was you and I ignored you in my quest for no one with another out of convenience fear sense of security Never any control only a false sense of it wanting to believe We meet again my dear one this time it is different you broke me What was beautiful is now redefined in my brain you define it You make me mad with feeling Often I feel I may break but then I remember...This is a new one. It's been so long. I am mainly curious as to how well I convey my message? Or is vagueness (if that's a real word) acceptable sometimes? Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 01:58 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8