Understanding

Understanding

Understanding I was never a virgin,

And so I had nothing to lose ...

My heart, though able to be broken

Was - considered by me- self-repairing;

I believe in heaven and hell

But like most lovers,

A habit cultivated by time, I cannot leave

A ship with a false bottom

And I am sinking.

You refuse to be concerned with it.

Yet even built sturdy, they are

Susceptible to destruction.

Why so I hesitate? It will only cost me

Losing faith with you.

Mostly blind, yet I know that path-

Heavy doors of aged wood screening

That spot of fate, going between clear wine

And the raw river of tears.

Why do I come over you ask?

I am not a vessel you trust.

I am facing the end of time

And I don’t know what to do.

Ariel

Oct 14, 2005

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