Poem of the Day (Again!):

Cruel Beauty of You


How do I explain these thoughts that have lain dormant inside my heart since time immemorial?
How do I come to terms with my inability to articulate,
to communicate,
To tell you that I'm mesmerized by you,
Want you,
Need you.
Maybe it's because of this,
this postmodern human condition.
My affliction,
What some call urban alienation.
Maybe I'm just too damn shy,
too scared.
So, too bad.


Tim'05

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