“Buried Within” 12-22-99
Buried within, my lonely heart cries,
with pain often reserved for when someone special dies.
How in the hell can I see other men,
when I can’t stop thinking of what might have been?
The one thing I do feel is love,
so strong and endless, as if sent from above.
I saw fear and confusion when I looked into his eyes,
but never once thought I’d see lies.
Everyone says my love for him is not a sin,
and perhaps it is not my heart that is buried within.