Monday, March 08, 2004

Yet Another Sad Song

In her eyes,
I see tender, desperate love,
for an insensate egotist.

She loves him because,
she needs to love.
But not necessarily,
someone deserving.

Like a vine,
she clings to
the first wall
she touches.

A love so true,
it’ll die unknown,
unrequited,
and uneulogized.

She’ll fall in love again,
even after she gets her
tendrils scorched.

But,not as passionately.

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