Sacred Thoughts



i'm hurt
marred
	burnt charcoal at the edges
i cry silent tears on no ones shoulder
i love her
i can tell
but i can't speak for fear
scared of losing the one in the distance
so i sit and let pass days
i live one at a time
i live time in heaven with her
she is good to me
too good
she writes her, i love yous
i think them
she shares everything with me
i can't
do I deserve her?
i say No now
too late to have her turn around
too late to hear her knock on my window
should i bike to see her?
i, if she, would not speak to me...
i am
	A dick!!!




R. David Paine III
5:05am
4/14/88