By Fourth
Date: 5 July 1999

the end

my doubts stem not
from lack of trust and love
but how can I make you
understand when you haven't
walked my journey?
if you've seen the things
I've seen and been through
everything I've been,
if you've done the things
I was forced to do
and lost all your friends
and faith in love
after being flown
higher than you can imagine
only to be released
to fly on your own
when you don't have any wings,
how easy for me then
to explain.
I'm not a psychic
and it's possible my doubts
are only tricks of my mind
but just as well,
because I love you so much,
I tell you to walk out my door
because it's sunny outside
and much as I would like
to frolick in the grass with you,
I restrain myself
knowing the rain follow me
wherever I go
and there's no possible way
you can keep yourself dry
when beside me.
goodbye and take care of your good life
and remember always
when loving means leaving,
it's the purest love of all.




fourth.wound (7/6/99)