Never Full

Forever love, we said we'd make it real.
Experience - the rush of touch and feel.
Slam of door, and then an endless echoing.
Squeal of tires in the parking lot.

Miles of endless driving in the maze.
Labyrinth of life lived in a haze.
Memories of love made dim.
Prickling of truth upon the skin.

Forever love, we said we'd make it real.
Without it, life is less than just surreal.
Experience - the rush of touch and feel.
Aftermath - the top half of a glass
that's never full...

? Michaelette ?

6/17/2002
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