The beginning is near
Up above the calm May day
I sleep with desire and destruction.
Naive little girls, with their crumpled hearts
Speaking to empty pages
Feeling alone, neglected and rejected
Writing about the point of persisting
While Ego and Id fight
Over who had the right answer.
Genesis soon
Dark night caresses chaos within
I open to understanding
Seven deadly sins once committed daily,
Now remembered self respect and compassion.
Anger, fear, loathing, the confusion
Released to run inside rampant
Only to come to the same conclusion:
Love-
I would rather live misunderstanding you than to have not tried all.
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