UntitledReason, assuredly well meaning,Is a cold that bites at the edges of my heart.Listen, listen, he says, stop thinking with this sentimental notion.Don't hope for what is lost,You followed your feeling, mad emotionAnd for your folly pay the cost.Not having strength enough to hear himInstead I run and hide,To where his opposites, Love and Feeling,May secretly abide.Love whispers to me sweetly, she tells me not to fear;Gives council to have patience for the one I hold most dear.Feeling is conflicted, though she keeps this to herself.agrees quietly with Love as she puts memories on a shelf.....Even after all this time, I don't know what to do.Should I listen to Reason, or to my Love hold true?
object of desireLove lost & broken,she is a thing, a prize,not worth sole devotion.His bitter laughterfills her eyes with tears;face twisted in glee as his statue weeps.Bought thing,that is what you are;no mind, no soul, no heart.
just a little longerwe're only fooling ourselvesthe distance growseach tick tock becomes a wedge betweenuntil i know it has to endOh but just hold me for a whilebefore i have to golove me just a little morelike only you can dojust a little longer baby,and then i'll leave;still feeling your fingers on my skinI wander through the dayshalf asleep; my heart is numbthen i find my way back to youand i wonder why i ever leftwhispers say that i should gobut still my heart beats for a lovethat can not lastcould you just hold me for a little bitbefore i go? Lie to me and say,"We'll always be like this."two broken hearts made whole.