I wrote this while sitting outside my work in a dark parking lot.
On my way to you
As I sit alone,
in a space meant for a car,
The darkness outside fills my eyes.
And as my eyes close....
My heart calls out so loud and strong,
"Take me to her,
I am not complete."
"Let her feel me,
and to live by her touch."
Pretending the breeze is you,
Softy running over all of me.
My tears fall in the darkness.
Your to good to be true,
and yet you call my name so clear.
I want to be in your arms and my responsibilities,
They trap me here.
How can I put aside these things of you,
as if these daily things are more.
What is more important than you?
Nothing I say"
As I place each foot down,
with the placement of an artist.
And make my way to you,
Know that you are the most
important thing in my life.
I don't buy temporary insanity as they murder defense. Because
people kill people. That's and animal instinct. I think breaking
into someone's home and ironing all their clothes is temporary
[This message has been edited by First__Knight (edited 01-23-2000).]