Billings, MT USA
The delicate words that spill off your tongue,
that you whisper to me in my dreams
are heard like a symphony inside my heart.
You turn my brooding in to chocolate romance
with your kisses sweet like mother's milk.
Simple moments with you I crave to last an eternity...
Though I always must return to my sordid life...
You listen to the stories I recount...
I tell you how I light the flames
and how he blows out the candles...
I tell you how I long for recognition
when he leaves me in the shadows.
You listen to the times that I've been vexed,
frustrated, and angered...
I tell you how I've built the walls
to keep from falling down.
You listen as I share with you
that I make for myself
-because it's easier in that fashion.
But when I'm finished with my recounts;
when your task of attending to me is almost through,
I find my armour falling down
in a pile at my feet.
"There are chords in the hearts of the most wreckless which cannot be touched without emotion."
[This message has been edited by ~one voice~ (edited 07-18-99).]