Monday, May 17, 2004

Doomed

I wonder how you look today.
It always surprised me how good you always looked. I would have thought since I started thinking about you in a different manner that you might start to appear differently.
You don't in my mind though. Still the same beautiful woman that I remember. I am doomed. I mean really doomed.
I see no exit in this.
And I am sure you have experienced this in your life.
Sadness, so intense that my eyelids are so heavy that it is hard to keep them open. I guess I could be mad. But what would that matter?

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