It is too much, too soon. I'm scared of it all.
My life is still starting. I don't want to fall.
Your love is not true, just infatuation.
It is all part of your imagination.
It just does not seem right for me to feel this bad.
But it is true that I feel hurt. Your love's making me sad.
There could come a time, but there is also never.
I could be ready soon, if I am ready ever.
12/1/03
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
