As I watch the rising sun it reminds me that 
our love has to travel a long, long way.
I think of the end of the rainbow
we could reach someday.
Your smile whispers through my mind,
hoping that someday it will again be our time.
As of now I can only dream of holding you tight.
Until then I must send you a kiss goodnight.
willw jan 7, 1998




"What to Do?"

As I watch the sun set; 
it reminds me of my hope.
I suppose that I will have 
to find someway to cope.
I have realized that everyone 
out there expects me to quit
I will have to pursue 
some avenue to get over it.
In the past I have been bad.
But do I really deserve 
all the grief that I have had.
I have done everything 
that I know to do,
and rejection is hard 
when someone is replacing you.
Even though I have tried and I have tried,
I can never seem to make the anger subside.
It hard to admit that you are only 
someone with which to be reckoned,
and in this situation your aren't even second.
I will go on for a while
and I might even show a smile.
But it is only because someone wants me to
as I can't mess up their lives; 
they have better things to do.
My love will never, ever subside
for the one who used to be my bride.
I can't even have lunch or dinner or a call,
do I really deserve this kind of a fall?
I can't make a call because that is taboo.
As of now, I have now idea of what to do.
I sign this with love because everyone knows,
it is her decision where my life goes.

willw jan 21, 1998







I read my poetry; it makes me blue.
It was all written only because of you.
I wish I could make you understand how I feel.
This new person I speak of is truly real.
My love has grown stronger as each day has gone by.
Without yours life is hopeless but I continue to try.
willw jan 7, 1998



"How"
How can I go on, I think I can not.
It seems as if my last battle has been fought.
How can I continue through all of these tears?
There's only one reason, 
I told her I would always be here.
So if she ever needs me, I will be by the phone,
But when I know she sees him, I will be gone.
Then all that is left will be three,
But it will work out, they won't miss me.

willw feb 8, 1998




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