The Writings

X (8/26/99)

(Originaly version titled 'Ex', revised 12/29/99)


Thinking back on better days,
I can clearly see the ways.
Mistreat you I did, Now I know.
I wish to god you'd told me so.


The days so bright and days of rain,
Songful fields so far from pain.
Tommorow seems so bright and clear.
And we have not a single fear.


But storms aproach our happy home.
My heart is blinded,
My heart does roam.
Untill a cumination of my blindness does appear.


A fool does speak from where I was.
It brings no happiness,
Brings pain it does.
And then one day I find myself all alone.


And there is nothing I can do,
I must accept that I've lost you.
So I shall sit in these dark years,
And dwell on the last, "I love you dear.