Sep 06, 2005 23:31
how delayed they are,
why, i will never know why they come after the fact.
after it's over,
after there is no argument to be made.
they've just come too late.
now, full of words too close to hate.
left with my chuckle,
alone in my room.
comfort, made with my mind and hands.
alone, as i may come and go.