In my mind, way back I am waiting for my fears to nock me off this track. Slowly I hurt, inside, Already I am looking for a safe haven to go and hide.
In my heart, deep down, There is a patient giving love that can not be ever found.
The soul is aging, in time, has known opening up to exist as an unnoticed crime. So now is here, demanding, while pain in me recieves help to keep expanding. No history lives, without, any affection having been taken away, to leave this doubt.
All I give truely, I posess, having little to endear, leaves my emotions a constant mess.
Others encourage, others, I have never seen any couples still happy to be lovers.
On my face, I cry, over and again my heart will believe the devils evil lie.
In my hands, dirt rest, where this life's love served me it's very best.

SDPope