Unrequited

by Bart De Becker

To claim that it were unrequited
Would be a lie
And arrogance at the same time
For time after time
I throw it all away
On my fabulous mound of mistakes

Yet to claim my own end
Would be an equal lie
Unjustified self-pity
Still, time after time
I throw it all away
On my fabulous mound of mistakes

There is no need for self-pity
Or reproach
When I wield my magic wand
Of compulsion
Against my own will

This magic of grand designs
Is a lie I know only too well
Sorcery that erects walls
Doomed to remain
Unrequited


door Bart De Becker


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