| Analyzed I can�t ignore the letters sent, I wish I knew that the letters meant. Analyzing, it�s hard to tell. Anticipating, it�s just as well. No more the shining star, A line drawn, its gone too far. A desired meeting face to face, Blatantly it falls into place. I get an image in my head, The poetry is lined with lead. I can�t renounce the things I�ve said. I can�t take back the things I�ve bled. |