Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

…Now

There's a warm touch
I'll never feel.
And graceful lips
That will never near mine.
There are eyes that
Won't see the inner me.
And a heart that will
Never ache for me.

But whatever.

I've survived these years
More by giving love to you,
Rather than receiving it from you.
Being with you
Is fine with me…
It dawns on my life
And my sometimes frigid mind
That you care not for me.
You only want my company,
My answers on enlightenment
And I think that's all I'll
Ever give to you…now.

February 28, 2005
Suge


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