~a/n: I've been feeling rather poemy lately, and thus I turn over unto you
an atrocious piece of prose I created while eating a salami sandwich and
trying to figure out how and why someone would get a goldfish into a water
cooler. ::if anyone has an answer to this I would love to know.:: anyway,
please don't flame my Beatrice angst.
S o m e t h i n g W o n d e r f u l
Fire.
I remember watching your eyes
Alone in the soft grass
You were that little spot of sun in my life
I wish I could see you now
But even your ghost ignores me
This is twice now that I lost you
Once to my own stupidity and cowardice
And then again to the flames of anger and greed

Joy.
I haven't really been happy since I lost you
The occasional smile, laugh, but not much joy to it
I walk the earth alone
Trying to recapture that lost magic
That I know I'll never see again
There's nothing left for me here..

Solution?
The next best thing I can do
Follow the children always
I know I can't interfere
But I promise the world will know everything
That, my love, is a secret, subtle revenge
They've taken my heart, my spirit, everything I had
I'll lose more keeping my promise to you
But I know it's worth it
Because even if it was just for a moment,
We had something wonderful.

I wander alone now.