Our Meeting
By sidewinder
My mood.... my meter.... was not one you expected and somehow you touched the violence in my soul, I left... because I did not have the patience to put up with your abruptness, My pain... followed those dark moods best left alone, So I... isolated myself from your presence, Not intended for selfishness, But peace of mind, If I had to it all to do again the results may have changed, But in that time where my eyes met yours, It was not to be, yet somehow our meeting is left unresolved. feb. 23, 2001Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 06:57 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn personal • angst
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