"Lover,

Your letters are like

Acid

Slowly eating away at my strength

All in the name of

'Missing you'.

Lover,

December has become my

Funeral

The place I lay you down to rest

For the sake of

'Butterfly Wings'.

Lover,

Oh, Lover,

Why can't you just be

You?

My Lover,

Dearest Lover, who

Never came home."

7/30/2005 11:03pm