FIRST



Whispers echo, shadows fall
The doubts play on my insecurities.
Were we nothing, did we care?
Sometimes I feel so high,
Within the depths of my soul I could cry,
For it was nothing at all.

Bleeding heart, broken dreams,
I really thought it would be more.
Where we went, what we did,
It's just as well,
Clear as a bell,
It's never as it seems.

Reality sucks, innocence dies,
I guess it had to be done.
Desires burning,
Growing and learning,
Comforted by silent cries.

Physical wants, mental needs,
Not a single regret,
not as I thought,
Seems I've been caught
With more than one that bleeds.



Copyright © 2002 by Elizabeth Ann Lopez



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