This is an old poem inspired by an old dream a friend had. I don't like rhyming and the point of it was the extent of how "romantic" and stupid some people need to be.
	I went to see the ocean to give my tears a home your lies had come between us and left us both alone shall I drown in this deep blue ocean or will you find my hand have we falen one too many times to learn once more to stand as I sink I find my peace and feel the growing Hollow all it asks for is my heart and any hope left for the morrow the air I breathe is liquid my hair floats all around I swear I hear you plead with God though Neptune drowns all sound I see you reaching from above I slowly drift away for Angels cannot save us now in sleep I choose to lay for who needs to see the sun rise when it precedes suchh strife who needs to smell the lilacs or simply who needs life? SRD 5/28/99