Jul. 18, 2003 - 7:25 p.m.
Between the lines
Between the lies
Resides the remnants
Of your love
The fragile touch
That knows so much
Can break the bonds
Of your love
It aches and aches
And then it breaks
The shattered pieces
Of your love
The weakened state
Sometimes its fake
The last small traces
Of your love
A sorry sight
A sorry blight
Is the memory
Of your love
What little left
Is quite bereft
Of worth and value
That's your love.
