Fortune Teller
11/06/2013

the fortune teller told me I was ought to wait
to bide my time and make exact designs
till the world would offer my fate
and yield to me this silver plate

And in the while, I'm to search for your kind
never denying the truth its precarious pursuits
and wonder if every time I chance to find
the tables of kings, if I'm to dine

I lift my eyes up from you
I never meant for it to end this way
Never meant or love to die
yet here we stand as divided friends
defeated by arrogance, ignorance, and pride
and I wonder what ever held me together
Now I see that I was naïve
To think this love would last forever

If the fortune teller lied to me, in whatever need
it will no longer be her word which I will heed
she should have told my coming was late
that Heaven had just only locked its gate