sometimes i think
a penknife in the eye
would hurt less than
a needle in the heart
sometimes i think
that love must be more than
black, white, wrong, right,
all other shades besides
sometimes i think
he who said 'tis better
to love and lost
he had thought not at all
sometimes i think
i am angry and lost
i, the rebel
against that one lost cause
sometimes i think
i want to walk all paths
take all know all
i would right all my wrongs
sometimes i think
if people could be rain
i am a storm
and you are my drizzle
~∑~
adieu
adieu




