I WAS WRONG *
My veins burn with passion
As I hear the voices cry.
And the doves spread their wings
Into the flames as they rise.
And my eyes stare the longing
Painfully perfect smile,
Cause everything turned out just fine
And all the while
I spent casting my demons
Into pits of dead snakes
Saw written in the dirt
“You made a mistake.”
Then through the smoke
A thought blessed my soul,
And I made you my prisoner
In bars of my skull.
Through time,
Shedding tears,
Regret and the wait,
I became two
And thoughts took their shape;
Who you are now,
Is the same as you ever were
And then found in my heart;
I was the prisoner.
And in the confinement of your memory
I made a home
And carved your name
Into the flesh of this stone.
Part the shadows on the wall,
Like a split down two faces
And then you’ll see the world in threes,
And find that your place is
Amongst the scent of the rose
And the tip of its thorn,
Not in the beauty,
Or the blood that was worn.
And I told you this would happen,
If not now, then someday
And you said you wouldn’t let it,
But you did anyway.
But I guess it’s better late than never
And I honestly thought you were dead and gone,
Still I’ll hold my tongue in saying
Clearly, I was wrong.