Is this the price I have to pay for all my inequities?

Another person, I can barely imagine.

It's a pill that is hard to swallow down,

no matter how many times you taste it.

I guess that's what they say when they say the price of love.

I don't know if it can be another way,

or the color of blue blood.

I really do love the way,

you ignore my feelings without retrebution.

The way you throw my suggestions away,

like they are old gum.

I don't think you can see my world,

where happiness is not based on material things

like possions, and cleanliness.

Then have you ever had to survive on Ramen,

and tears?

I know for so many years,

loneliness haunted you like a nightmare.

Even though I cry,

I can look you strait in the eye and tell you

these are my happiest tears.