<< : 2003-11-09 :: 12:17 a.m. : >>
Without Love

Without Love

He didn't care from me,

He didn't care to see me smile.

I bowled him over with my strong graces, he moved slowly as not to provoke my eye.

In my laziness, he yawned at my exposure, careful biding his time.

In my passion he became my devotion as I covetied his every line.

He dejected my strange presence, and strong will to obtain.

He never saw beyond my awkward stances, and defensive banter hiding within my shame.

I was left to fall hard on the void he never cared to claim.

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