| With What Remains February, 2004 It sits there like a demon, This question on my mind. Before I ask, I think about The consequence I'll find. I'm rapt in all its splendor, The dancing lights and all. I look, but simply cannot see, The rise before the fall. I've echoed thought aloud, you see, But sometimes, that's the catch. This demon waits inside these thoughts, Waits inside, to hatch. I've sprinkled it with merriment, Disguised my scent and face. But all the while, there it sits, My desperate fall from grace. I guess I should have figured; Possession's in my veins. So I will ask my question, And deal with what remains. ~ the Professor |
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| It is strange, sometimes, when you are in love. That feeling makes new ones in you emerge and for some reason, the newer ones win out. I don't understand this, however, I have written about a recent "feeling" that has emerged. Class, let me tell you, when you begin to question the committment in your relationship, it can create other unhealthy feelings. You must be quite careful at what you let your brain tell you about love. |
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