We surge against it,
Our forbidden shore.
Everything we can't have,
Needless to say,
Is what we want more.
We walk away every time,
Insolent in our pain.
We whisper tiny,
Ugly, little prayers,
Only to sin again.
We are lost children,
Of a tired Father.
No matter how far,
He tried to reach,
We only turned away,
And walked farther.
We were perfect once,
We smiled at mirrors,
We lifted spirits,
Held faith dearer.
Tired we are,
But faithful still.
Joyous were were,
Virtuous as well.
And we'll be so again.
You know we will.
Tired we are,
But still unbroken.
Loveless we may be,
But poems dance,
On our tongues unspoken.
Forget Heaven.
Pay no attention to Hell.
We need no endless Eden,
In which to dwell.
We need each other,
And bottles of cheap wine.
Laughter in the rafters,
And your smile walking,
Wrinkle in wrinkle,
With mine.
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