Unfinished

I called you every passing hour,
you ignored me every time.



This is how it always ends,
with my madness and disease;
but when it ends, it's almost nice,
because my heart is freed.

Every now and again, there comes a man
for whom my love I can not shake;
and these are the times I would
rather be anywhere but awake.
copyright Ann 2005
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