These thoughts
Running through my head
Are made of words
You'll never hear
These thoughts
Dancing around my mind
Are painfully wishing
For you to be near
These thoughts
Bouncing from cell to cell
Are torturously sculpting a hole
To trap you deep inside
These thoughts
Floating like ghosts in front of me
Constantly haunting me
So from you I cannont hide
May 13, 1997
Sara R. Barthol
