Untitled (for you) a memory a ghost of an emotion once promised forever hurting betrayed by silence hurt by distance you're a wound that won't close i waited for you yearned for you all that's left is the hurt from you i'll hold it dear cherish the pain though they're plain for all to see i know you never will these scars that i wear these holes right through me i wish you would see so maybe you'd finally believe these are from you love, a beautiful thing.  - Jason 12:48pm Tuesday January 2 '07   <-- Back to the poetry menu.