the police were right when they made that song...she is a wise girl
so im not sure how defeat tastes. everything has a sense ya know? you can smell or taste victory, you can hear birds chirp and you can see fireworks flare when your in love. but, no one tells you how defeat feels. when you give all you can think of for a phone call of approval from the other end of the line... lately all i want is a continuation of an inside joke..or a call in the middle of the night, asking to talk to that person till he falls asleep. but this is defeat. the possibilities for a ressurection are still open...and begging to be taken. this is just what i feel now. if you read this and think that my feelings are gone. please dont. i just need to vent, because i cant get a hold of you.