MY TWO CENTS
If hearts are made to be broken,
Guess mind's were meant to be bent.
If love is just a token,
Guess mine's been aptly spent.
If eyes are windows to the soul,
How can yours still seem so warm?
If life's a bridge, well I've paid toll,
So why am I still in this storm?
If dreams are merely vision,
Is hope not left to die?
Because faced with this decision,
Reality sure seems the lie.
If patience is virtue - virtue reward,
Ever pristine and chaste.
Why am I so prone to draw the sword
Of haste to lay her waste?
If pride cometh cheap, here's my two cents,
Endeavored to persevere.
Intelligence cannot be common sense,
Cause I still want you near.
Just diggin out some from the personal archives guys. I will write something fresh soon - promise.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 05-13-2000).]