Somewhere within...the teardrops linger...lost.
Exhausted time and energy...forcing them to hide...beneath anger and disgust.
A soul unadorned and exposed...now...right here...for all to be shown.
With each line and every rhyme, unshed tears they will find.
Tuesday, August 12, 1997
Mysterious Love
You're the man I know I love. You're the man I'm dreaming of. You're the man I'm waiting for, but I still don't know who you are.
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