February 06, 2003

past /present /future

i've offended you with my way, or my words.
expected to much/or to little
to allow you the one thing you desire most. your freedom.
and,
you have worked hard for that.
confusing them that crave you,
love you?
if you call it love, (and i don't)
your love is the folly that pours down their throat
allowing the tannins of your past to lie inside their hearts
until they are consumed with it.
you, held in the eyes of the young ones, gaze into your future.
adorned in yellow like the sun overlooking the demise of the present
seeing everything for what it is/not what it could become.
(you will never have their hearts,
you must go to deep for that)
and you will let them run from you,
like children, to join the past of all the sad ones
you have left behind (but it will not be me) wondering
if you cared. which one, if any, of these 'ladies' that you have licked clean
will hold your gaze forever?

before - after