Pretty makeup i do not wear,
My thoughts inside i do not share.
I dreamt a dream once upon a time,
But now the verse has lost it’s rhyme.
They used to touch my long flowing hair,
Used to long for my love filled stare.
And now vacancy has taken it’s place,
As i watch like a spectator while others race.
There once was a hand to reach out for mine,
To hold me close, and say you are mine.
Though now it has turned to meaningless lust,
A child’s game, do i run or trust?
I dreamt a dream once upon a time,
But now the verse has lost it’s rhyme.
12-1-2001