i would choose to
consume your pain
though i know it little
i would choose too
love you completely
but in my logical
questionable wisdom
i choose not to tell you
21-9-98
you have defeated me
with passion
laid waste to my body
and my sole
but you will never know
falling weak
i curse myself and deny
you victory
love, rage is all mine
19-9-98
Note: Old material that I recently found, post-Toronto phase for those that know me, which still has some meaning today
©Cynthia Ryder
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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