Knights in Plastic Armor

Sunday, May. 30, 2004 - 1:40 a.m.

i think i've said it before
the worst part is the not knowing
does he even know?
how did i get here?
how can i make these thoughts disappear?
when all i want to do is touch
the one thing that's too far away
the wind isn't strong enough
to carry the pheromones
but his are still lingering in my nose
after months and months
whether or not i see him
it makes no difference
the yearning doesn't change
i'm afraid of where this path may lead
when a drop of hope hits the ground
it just becomes mud

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