I know the steps
of this road.
I know nothing
will come of it.
It's secret I know
by heart.
And so;
here I go again
like a fool looks
for the desolation
of memories.
...I'm tired of knowing
new sad days, lonely
nights.
And;
the poems I still write
to my love, to tell him
that this is wrong.
As he mistreats my
heart once again...
Yemanja
