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Tactophobic
Laura Meer, 2002

In the cloud-filled, stainless-steel of my seemingly painless life with the lights and the sirens outside,
I'm still so afraid and alone.
Going outside, I smell your cologne.
And walking on the crowded, sparkling street,
It all screams at me as everything does now. Even you.
All I ever did is imagined away. Except for once.
And as I pass by our now paradise lost,
I'm taken back to that day.
It was so beautiful.
You, us, we were so beautiful.
The now overwhelming street lights are too much for
just only me
Cuz I wanted to be
Your one fantasy.
And as I often do,
I close my eyes
and visualize
How it should've been
Or how it should be.
And the haunting music continues to play.