Circle
Pulled me in, chewed me up, spit me out. Look at me now, what am I? Nothing. A nothingless person who sits alone late at night and cries. Cries for a lost love that could have been saved, long ago. Does anyone care of it? Care of my pain that stalks me in sleeplessness. Sleeplessness from thinking of how I f*cked up my life and love. A love that grows and grows the more I think of him and all of his wonders. Wonders of what he truly wants, who he truly wants. Does he love me too. A long ago time when life was peaceful, and pain was not at my door. The door to freedom to be able to love again. And be loved in return. Returning to thoughts that should not be in my mind. A ceaseless circle. A circle of what was, what is now, and how I wish it would be.I love you Tony. I want you to be happy. I could never hate you. Thank you for being there. I'll still be here. Hopefelly Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 07:15 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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