woman a warm hand holding mine a gentle touch -- a paradox of your rough skin a growing fear and passion a kiss that went too far a question left unanswered a passion too intense a darkness that wouldnt be missed a regret for what was lost a longing for a return to normalcy a longing to remain different a different... with you i wasn't. and then it all comes back to me you tell me to cry like you have cried pain like you have pained die like you have died and i know we never loved each other at all and i'm okay with that but what was said was said and we can't take that back. my condolences, i know you were hurt. my apologies, i know I am to blame. my remorse that he and i are right. ...although that's a lie too. so the cycle repeats. another tear falls, another tear waters the broken earth. another kiss leaving me broken and longing another passion that will make it nowhere another remorse for a lying heart and another apology for not being the Woman i need to be. back part of the feuschia project