You’ve told me for the last time
the things you don’t want me to be
you say i can’t know your heartache
and leave me buried in your misery
i’ve heartaches of my own to get past
my time’s just as lucky as your own
if we can’t tend to our own gardens
we’ll never know what we could have grown.
temptation breeds plenty of disaster
but the sun makes its exit like a master
making way for no one but the moon
love leaves a sore like an open wound
lost in the darkness is a window
open wide to the images beyond
in a field washed with many questions
but devoid of any answers
until all the curtains are drawn.
You’ve shown me way too many times
the things you think you can hide from me
you tell me i don’t see all the things i do see
I can see the ghosts of your own misery
behind the wall of darkness is a doorway
and it’s so far away from the light of day
you walk through the doorway
you’d better get down on your knees and pray
cause the things on the other side of that portal
are the things trapped by your own broken heart
they won’t fall into the sacred waters
until you’ve gripped your soul and torn it apart.
You’ve told me for the last time
the things you don’t want me to be
you claim i don’t know your heartache
i’ll leave you behind buried in your own misery
poot 12 15 2025
Ink on paper
