That's the way I spend my days
Longing to ease the pain
Searching always in vain
And trying many ways

Past rises to haunt me
Longing to forget the memories   
Childhood of cruelties
Innocence I will never see

Only work and no living
Longing for love eternal
Forget the sentimental
There is no time for giving

Never ending are the fears
Longing for, but never finding
Time for just imagining
Life with no tears.

by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit

\(o.o)/... © ... 2000 - Present ...by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit ...\(o.o)/

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