time the hours of longing of wishing of wanting what could have been should have been might have been but never really would be could be or should be salt the taste of tears your tears my tears bitter never not me
This is just weird, because I don't write poems. Ever. These words just popped into my mind when I tried to sleep in my bed. The weirdest part is that I felt cheery, in a great mood, at the time, and the poem looks near-suicidal. Oh well, there was no other way about it than to get up, sit down at my computer, write the words down and go back to sleep. And I slept very well. [22. Oct 2002]
