Well, how hard is it to figure out really? Goodbye - Specter note, of a poem she wrote "Love is blind, but I love him unseen" These are the words she sent to me Tears out hollow, hard to swallow Was that all but a dream within a dream? A somber sigh had caught on a tough wind And blew into the clouds, behind the sun One last breath before setting a heart to mend So lonely this, o'er the longing's hold A phantom hope filled with want, emotion So obviously these lips are trembling Struggling to forget, I keep remembering So sick, so stricken, so saintly sailed and left behind Tomorrows twilight, tainted by air of rhyme (Oh carmen' drive away her voice, like aged wine) (My 'Cruzing' love is hers, but hers is not yet mine) And I saw her slip away On her hand a ring, just engaged. Does this darkness hide behind an oar? A ghost of memories in her brown eyes And will this wind be carried out to the shore? So that one voice will be buried beneath clear water To drown out all cries? No. This ghost, no matter how far beneath the sea Will find it's way back to me Enchanted by way of involuntary spell Her name I know, I remember well Christina Christina Ah, heat of woes and sorrow, hard like lumber Tied to a crisis, insomnia denies my slumber And in that love of which attracts me to shy rain Whispers "Christina", I can't seem to forget her name A drunken cry floats above its crept And the wind whispers of not-kept promises Will my love be my death, my debt? One last breath, a flailing strength By a route of which was ripped apart by adoration's length So will my hope, the decaying teeth, lead to a grave Underneath these foundations that I've made? And will my love become my death, the price, the debt If so know that, it, I will not regret.
Jesse: This is very good. Obviously it means a lot to you...I'm sorry for what happened. But at least your writing is fantastic.
Thanks Arlene But I dunno, seems sad that bad things have to happen for me to write anything worth while.