It’s another one…

Senseless

It doesn’t make sense.
I never see the end.
It never makes sense.
I don’t see the end.

It is love, I am sure
But it is so impure.
It feels so right
So why must I run and hide?

The feelings are mutual
But never quite the usual.
And my heart and soul
Have never been so bold.

I didn’t choose this
But it’s such bliss.
It wasn’t me, I swear.
I don’t know why I dared.

How can it be wrong,
When I feel so strong?
It’s like magic in my veins,
And yet I don’t feel quite sane.

But I’ve crossed the line.
I’ve run out of time.
I can’t ever go back now,
‘Cos I’ve crossed that line.

I don’t wanna burn
And be ashes in an urn,
Or be buried under mud
And feed a growing fern.

‘Cos when that day arrives,
And we’ve said our goodbyes,
I know what my sad fate will be.
Oh, already I can see.

How terrible, terrible, terrible.
It is so very, very horrible.

And I know its wrong,
But I feel so strong.
How can I run away?
What more can I say?

Yes, what more can I say?
And how many more days,
Will I live before I die?
Before I breathe my last sigh?

It’s the heat I will embrace,
And never the peace, will I grace.
It is the pain I will receive,
And it is I who has been deceived.

Don’t be so vain, my dear
Vanity is never good, I fear.
Understand the truths under the lies,
Before this poem shatters and dies.

The web the spider weaves,
Is only complicated to the ant
Whom the spider sought to deceive.

How sad, sad, sad
It’s so very, very bad.

Oh yes my dear, it never makes sense.
You will never ever see the end.
It will never ever really make sense.
We will never ever quite see the end.
How fitting that only that makes sense?