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    Monday, August 22, 2005

    Stained Glass Window

    you were standing there
    behind the stained glass window
    watching my steps
    watching my moves
    i couldn't help but freeze
    with your cold, cold stare
    blood flowing thru my arteries and veins
    seemed to steady their motion
    as time ticks and flies
    my breath is taken away
    maybe by you, but maybe not
    i am simply blown and stunned
    you are indeed watching me
    like a master looking closely at his sordid craft
    somehow, it feels like your hands molded me
    to be strong enough to stand
    in this pavement of strangers
    but at the same time
    to love enough and be weak
    for i can no longer look back
    with the same boldness you have taught me
    and i can never have the force
    to help me muster my courage
    and step within the border
    which you, or perhaps i
    have built thru these years
    ah, the stained glass window
    has blinded the both of us
    has kept us so far
    and how many more years of
    silence and stares shall kill me?
    i never dared.

    *Panting*

    Okay...the whole thing isn't perfect just yet but in case you, lurker, might be wondering...yes, I am still here.



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