The Pain
                                     ..G.M.

                               What's in a word?
                                       I,
             can't think of any word that can explain the feelings,
                              I have inside of me.
                                     Pain,
                                      joy,
                                     anger,
                                     lust,
                                    jelousy,
                                     bliss.
                                Maybe it's love.
  The 'L' stands for the lonliness and longing deep down in every corner of my
                          heart when she is not near.
            The 'O' represents how many times a day I think of her,
            over and over and over and over and over and over again.
                  The 'V' stands for how very much I love her.
                And the 'E' is for the emptieness I feel inside,
                             everytime she's away.
                                    Oh god,
                                   it hurts.
                                 I don't know.
                  The jelousy comes so fast and stays so long.
                                   At night,
                                    in bed,
                                thinking of her.
                       With a tear running down my cheek.
                                   It hurts,
                      it hurts so bad I wish I could die.
                                 The wondering,
                                  the hoping,
                                  the praying.
                All the things I wish I could do and say to her.
                          It hurts to keep it inside.
                          I wish I could talk to her.
                             I wish it didn't hurt.
                                    Longing,
                                 for her touch,
                                   her voice,
                                   anything.
                                I wish I could.
      The anger when I see someone when I see somebody even bump into her.
                                      God,
                                 I could kill,
                        her scars will hurt me forever.
              Longer and more than they ever did or will hurt her.
                           Her voice makes me tingle.
                        Her touch brings me to my knees.
                                   Her hair,
                      it bounces and plays about her face,
                             in a carefree manner.
                              I long to touch her,
                                  to feel her,
                              to know all of her.
                                    Oh god,
                                   the pain.
                          What's been done to my life?
                     I never would have it differnt though.
                          Not in a billion life times.
                                Always with her.
                                 I don't know,
                     I think I could get to like this pain.
                                   But only,
                                    for her.

                                     'End'


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