I tell my heart that it really doesn't matter......
.....that, my writings ended up as a prophecy, not just psychic writs.....

......that, my own desire and will back fired on myself....

i don't know what to, what to.......what?
i just follow, only follow and flow, flow....
nothing in the world to nothing,
save this ravaged heart, this shredding apart
of so much devotion

but i must share this only with you, my soul
so i ask:  am i daft? what are my inner workings?
who am i after all?
i thought i knew who i was, who i am.............
a bunch of us thinking just that....

i was ready to love no matter what or who he is or who he was....
even after i knew that he would not engage with me, hardly ever....
i suppose i should be mortified and i am,
but i am not ashamed, nor embarrassed
but i am very embarrassed on second thought

I was just about to say how stupid I've been
but i realize that i have misunderstood    everything
maybe not every thing....

no one makes myself suffer more than i make myself suffer
but then, as the sun rises, i begin to dance and sing....