Thursday, July 28, 2005

Pessimism is Evil

What permission do you seek?
Did you expect me to do something about that moment we had.
I'm guessing maybe.
As if it were true.

I'd whisper sweet thoughts about you.

I'd have kissed your fingers until the body grew numb.

I'd sit beneath you. And? It was all for nothing.

Only weakness, mine was exposed, for you Janessa. It was for you. I was denied.

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