by Chris

And I thought this day
would never come
And I would never feel
as now I do
And she talks of him
while I lose her
to this superficial
And she can't feel
what I am feeling
And will I loose her
to these false
foreign idols
But I never had her
For her fear to commit
And my love will ween
only in time.

Monday January 15, 1996.
Chris is a 19-year-old student who enjoys writing short stories, poetry, and cycling.
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