darktiger_64
08-23-2003, 07:21 PM
I used to live in a time called BC.
Before Cindy.
It was a time of darkness, and betrayal.
None could be trusted.
I was forced to live inside myself,
Away from the atmosphere.
But one day, there happened a miracle.
An angel had been sent from above,
A genuine article.
She brought warmth into my cold world.
She offered laughter where there had been none before.
She became the sun that fueled my heart.
With her kindness a new age was born.
I saw the light, and began to notice,
The walls of my life where thin, and how fragile I really was.
She broke down those walls,
And touched my heart, with a gentle hand.
A hand knitted with silk.
I trembled at the feeling, but acceptance,
Then cheerfulness sprouted from the sensation.
It was a feeling I didn’t want to let go of.
It didn’t take long, and my defenses where down,
I looked forward to each new day, with renewed enthusiasm.
Such a wonderful way to live.
When I think of it now, I knew it wouldn’t last,
That there was one painful enemy of such emotion.
Something called distance.
I knew of the coming storm, before it hit.
I knew it would be devastating without those walls.
I realized there was only one thing I could do,
Let it go, just let it flow.
And yet, a hope lingers within me,
That one day, just maybe, I’ll see her again,
And get to know her heart, as more than a friend.
Before Cindy.
It was a time of darkness, and betrayal.
None could be trusted.
I was forced to live inside myself,
Away from the atmosphere.
But one day, there happened a miracle.
An angel had been sent from above,
A genuine article.
She brought warmth into my cold world.
She offered laughter where there had been none before.
She became the sun that fueled my heart.
With her kindness a new age was born.
I saw the light, and began to notice,
The walls of my life where thin, and how fragile I really was.
She broke down those walls,
And touched my heart, with a gentle hand.
A hand knitted with silk.
I trembled at the feeling, but acceptance,
Then cheerfulness sprouted from the sensation.
It was a feeling I didn’t want to let go of.
It didn’t take long, and my defenses where down,
I looked forward to each new day, with renewed enthusiasm.
Such a wonderful way to live.
When I think of it now, I knew it wouldn’t last,
That there was one painful enemy of such emotion.
Something called distance.
I knew of the coming storm, before it hit.
I knew it would be devastating without those walls.
I realized there was only one thing I could do,
Let it go, just let it flow.
And yet, a hope lingers within me,
That one day, just maybe, I’ll see her again,
And get to know her heart, as more than a friend.