by T.C Leonard

Created on: September 18, 2008

Last Hope?

Internet relationships,
The insanity of it all
I love but cannot touch you!
How much further can one fall?

Though you're five hundred miles away,
I wish that you were here...
Are words I hope to never type
'cause it means the end is near

Beaten, alone, and desperate
Well beyond a final stand
Then to make love on a keyboard
Across and endless stretch of land

There has to be a better way
It's a trainwreck of the soul
And a last grasp while descending
Down a never ending hole

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