I ask,
But don’t want to know.
He speaks,
I listen with Dumbo ears.
But later,
I torment myself,
With knowledge,
That ruins it all.
I wish I didn’t know,
I wish they didn’t exist.
Aphrodites of the past,
Are haunting me now.
Bet she never knew she had that power…
To read the words,
To know thoughts were there,
Destroys the present,
And marrs the future.
I only long to see,
And to be near.
Why do they have to keep popping up?
I ask,
But don’t want to know.
So why do I wonder?
