the overflow of my emotional sewage drain
4/24/06
You will never know how I have felt.
In life, or in death, if you haven’t already guessed,
You will never know how I have felt.
In my heart of hearts much lies; secrets and lies.
I will never share them with you.
My love is an open book I never have to hide.
Why should I go out of my way, to say
All those things when you should be able to
Read them with your eyes?
The time we spend will not make amends
For the time we lost so long ago.
I will take heart in that little spark
Of joy in your happiness.
You will never know how I have felt.
In life, or in death, if you haven’t already guessed,
You will never know how I have felt.
In my heart of hearts much lies; secrets and lies.
I will never share them with you.
My love is an open book I never have to hide.
Why should I go out of my way, to say
All those things when you should be able to
Read them with your eyes?
The time we spend will not make amends
For the time we lost so long ago.
I will take heart in that little spark
Of joy in your happiness.