We sit here, the two of us, together in the same room.
Words to eachother, go unspoken.
Thoughts to be shared, are kept to ones' self.
Feelings which should be expressed, are not even thought of.
No more kisses, no more sweet endearments.
Words which I speak, go unheard.
A tear which is shed, is often ignored.
Emptiness is left.
The two of us.
Copyright �2002 Rhiannon S. Davies
I swim only as deep as I can, without drowning in the secrets of life.
I swim in search of the unknown words, going deeper and deeper, until I almost can no longer hold my breath.
Coming back up for the sweet air of life, I again plunge down deep, for another chance of grasping at the secret, the secret I so wish to know.
While as I open my eyes, in the darkness of the depth I have swam, it is only then, for the first time, I see it.
There is really no secret at all, just a longing, a longing to know the unknown secrets of life.
Copyright �2002 Rhiannon S. Davies
Deep down, I always loved you.
At times, I feared the responsibilities that would come along with you.
Sometimes I thought I didn't even want you.
When I saw your precious little face, I knew I wanted you forever, but you had no heartbeat.
It was too late.
Now, everyday it hurts, not having you with me.
I can't hold you or kiss your tears away when you're sad, scared or hurt.
But I will always love you and keep the memory of you
'Deep Down' in my heart.
I Love You Wesley Morgan.
Copyright �2002 Rhiannon S. Davies
