Your life on a sketching pad
Symbolism smudged into crooked lines
Your heart in a notebook
Words left to be defined
And in this time you send yourself
Its pages closed left to unfold
Into her hands; into her hands
You pray to god she understands
Well I guess that it’s typical
To cling to things that are just ephemeral
And it just doesn’t seem fair
And it doesn’t matter how hard you tried
That faith you had; those wounded eyes,
That battered mind that just understood that she doesn’t care
No she doesn’t care
You fooled yourself not to be scared
Audrey Stephenson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-foolishness-in-bravery/
