I Thought I Understood

This evil which we all have by birth

This charm inherited by chance

Washed in the artificial light

Spilled down from the ornate

From the ornate antique lamp

I thought I understood your yearning

For it looked, it looked identical to mine

I thought I understood your yearning

But you were yearning, yearning for another time

Dried flowers hang dead from the gallows

The nails in the walls of your room

Charcoal sketches they lie naked

Across the pages, the pages of a novel torn in two

I thought I understood your yearning

For it looked, it looked identical to mine

I thought I understood your yearning

But you were yearning, yearning for another time