By Jenna (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 12 January 1999

Spilled Milk

Private things between
you and me
are now on another
line of minds.

And rejected problems 
that sat in the back
are now front seat
V.I.P.'s in your eyes.

I spilled the milk
I'm sorry I cried
He was told he was loved.
That was meant for you.

It's all my fault.

I hate mixing up conversations 
on call waiting.
         (Go Figure)