by: 9A-K

 Why must you remind me, I
cannot  feel hate. It's only love
I have for you with room for to
much pain. And if I see tomorrow,
it's simply twisted fate. And
happy in sun I will not be for my
peace comes with night.
So I am not a scholar, not a poet,
nor a saint, But only a saddened
lover with words that come to
faint. Now as I goto see you, one
last breath I take. And if I see
tomorrow, in guilt I will awake.
So I am not an actress, not a
grown-up, nor a sate, But simply
confused in satire, a revelation
that comes to late. I do not soak
in anger, it's just a compromise
to make. And when I see tomorrow,
I'll have no heart to break. So
all this that I feel for you
shall drown in a teary lake. I
guess it's blinded madness that I
write these words in vane, Since
I am just a lover with to much
room for pain.