it_doesn't_matter oren It doesn't matter, really. Although these years have been spent, And countless moments of concern Have walked the halls of my soul... And even though thousands upon thousands of love-laced words, Truly wringing with desire, And so tightly wrapped in passion, Have longed to grace those lovely ears... It doesn't matter, really. No, not at all, For you are not my end; Your fate lies in other hands... Weary, haunted, and forever incomplete, My end has appeared with conviction to me. Without the one who was to be my warmth, My life doesn't matter, no, not in the least anymore. 020118 what's it to you? who go blather from