The revelation I'll never have you back solace found in darkness in the shadow of your sillhouette beneath the outlines of my memory. Kisses, aren't promises, but I forget every time in your shadow I wallow in my own inflicted misery. In your shadow under nicotine smoke silently choke weeping for what you are to me and weeping for what I will never be to you. (c) 2001 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved