Monday, April 21, 2008

strangers for strange reasons

Life is strange

I walked on egg shells

Around him

to the point of

Becoming invisible

Even to myself

There was no connect

Of any kind

Yet I yearned

For his touch

Never felt lonelier

Than when I was with him

And I have this huge

Connect with you

Mind heart and soul

You forced me

To find myself

But I can’t bear

to be touched

Life is strange

This economics of love