Past Rage

My head still throbs
my heart still aches
of the great pain
of your departure.
Loving moments blown apart
by some past rage of yours
I never wished to know at all.

And so I fall again, exhausted
here, into this bed of mine alone
only hoping that my dreams will bring
the hope of love still flowing true
back into this reality again...

? Michaelette ?

4/19/2001
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Take me home...