This is a little poem I wrote on Friday, I think...It's rather...strange...definately has a meaning that only a few will guess, and as for the rest of you, I'm not telling what it is. Hah! At any rate, enjoy!

Weep for things past,
Weep for things gone.
Weep for lost chances
And waiting too long

Cry for the distance,
Cry for the lost.
Cry for the lonliness
That never was sought

Pity the lonely,
Pity the weak,
Pity the weeping
Whose future is bleak.

Seek not the vengeance,
Seek not the gone
Seek not the Other,
Who's heart has been won.

Fare thee well, Sacred One.

Well, that's it. I've got more that I could put up if anyone REALLY wants to read them, but this one's so full of self-pity that you prolly don't want to read anything else. Your choice, I suppose. Ah well...I'm pathetic, I know. It happens.