Poem: On My Own

[annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx]

Each night, I sit by the window and pray
My Slayer will make it through to another day.
Each night, I pray to the Goddess above
She'll guide and protect my one true love.

How I wish I could hold her in my arms;
Run my hand across her cheek,
Kiss her smile as she tries to speak.

How I wish I could protect her from any harm;
Feel her warmth encircle me.
Can she feel the way I feel?

I reach out and try to touch her
But I feel,
Nothing but the cold glass barrier
That forever seals my love away.

Time passes and again
I try to touch her.
I never succeed.

I bid goodnight and return
To my bed alone,
Here I am, I'm on my own.
Restless, lonely,
Longing, dark and cold...

Every night, it seems the same,
But I've noone I can blame.

The pillow absorbs my tears,
And a sole truthful thought 
Surfaces out of my fears:
Without her, I am nothing.

- Willow.

--

Anne-Lise whispers, "The only thing worse than being all alone in 
the night, is being all alone... in a crowd."