the uncertainty of it all
am I so unrewarding
that you’d ease the pain
with paltry kissing
don’t you long
don’t you yearn
desertion
knowledge
the uncanny truth of it all
if you’d ask for my world
it’d be wrapped in tiny crystal ball
heart’s on fire
heart’s on fire
is this how love’s intended
-malcom
based on entry from sketchbook ‘04
