Crossroad
if I could simply press on
Such splendid impulses
nothing could surpass
the raw hunger buried, protesting
In me, along with weakness
If I could tell it's wrong
covering up, look away, think twice
If only I could write the contract
so much never was told
Who deserves my heart
Nowhere to be seen
Who listens to her soul
Yearning for never felt pleasure
and romanticized contact
Would I act to be discovered
If I could stay protected
if I could simply press on
Such splendid impulses
nothing could surpass
the raw hunger buried, protesting
In me, along with weakness
If I could tell it's wrong
covering up, look away, think twice
If only I could write the contract
so much never was told
Who deserves my heart
Nowhere to be seen
Who listens to her soul
Yearning for never felt pleasure
and romanticized contact
Would I act to be discovered
If I could stay protected
Ella Evans© 2008