Untitled Feelings

Each time that I look at you,

It makes it all the more painful.

There's nothing that I can see in you.

So it's all the more painful,

When I feel as though you love me,

And I see that it's just nothing.

It's empty inside of you,

When I look deep into your eyes

But still, when I think of you,

The wind is whispering your name.

After all that we've been through,

After all the times we've had,

It makes it all the more painful for me,

To say the simplest words,

That would just make it all fall apart.

In me, it's not the words

That are saying what I mean,

It's the feeling,

That makes it

All the more painful.

Shadow of Silver
Written 3/5/04

Author's Note: I feared that one of these poems would eventually have the
word "untitled" in it, which in poetical titles seems as though it's a
cliché, and unfortunately it's this one. I don't like it that much, but R&R
please anyway.