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You Never Had a Poem Feeling: What better cure for heartbreak? The first was pale, tow-headed boy The next was real, shy but strong- And you. And you. My best No. You never had a poem. And if you read this now, without stumbling upon it like some act of God (proof He has a sense of humor, maybe?), and know this is your first and final tribute, then there's hope you might be the man I once thought possible. But now? God, I know better than to hope now. I'm beyond tears. Beyond prayers. Beyond anger. Beyond grief. Beyond shock. Beyond hate. I have no idea what the hell I am, but every time I think of you I pray that it will be the last time. And it never is. Maybe this will finally put it to rest. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |