Movement

Movement

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

HOPE VISITS THE NEIGHBORS

i will love you forever
but have you never.

irony has its strange way
of making you want…
what you will never have…
crave what you can never touch.

simplicity leaves as torture sets in.
this knife of love cuts me into pieces,
as i fall to the floor alone.
hoping for that which is lost.

the phone interrupts the silence
as hope passes through my room
oh how close was i?
had only i stayed for the moment.

never shall i know you,
yet always i will love you.