I simply wanted to let you know that I feel as if I can let go tonight. I inflicted so much heartache upon you, and so feel mournful that we may never again see each other, for though no apology is enough, no condolence sufficient, at least I would have had an opportunity. The means to this conclusion is rather base, actually. I feel the love for you rise again in my heart(What a mystery that it should be so) as surely as the night the earth quaked, and with it, a realization
that perhaps my woth could never equal the sum of your endeavors.
Gods, I'll miss you every day and night alike, and though I've given in to sober ends, letting loose lament for it's anticonstructive effect upon my poetry,
some part of me shall always weigh slow suicide as an approach perpetually preferable to the absence that seems preevalent.
I'll see you at one more show. perhaps I'll be too weak or uncertain to actually seek you personally, but you shall be notified before the show in any event of my presence, and perhaps draw me as water from this ocean of faces.
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
sincerity runs through this
great exposing of the heart
Eileen
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)