I wish I knew the distance from the earth to the moon,
The heart of the panther and mind of the woman.I wish I knew how to interpret the thong of a woman
And the beauty of her heart. I wish I knew.I wish I knew just how wicked the heart of man can be
And how unknown the limitless soul of the dark goes.I wish I knew all the path to the hilltop
And the various ways of making you mine.I wish I knew what made you tick and your heart is made
Of. I wish I could tell the difference between a kiss of passion for
The kiss of betrayal. I wish I knew.I wish I knew how to cry for sorrows to be uprooted
From darkness falls, from the dept of the forbidden
Valley to the hope of the hill of hope.I wish I knew that we belonged before I let go,
Before I shut down all hope of being yours
Before I cried out my pain.I wish I knew to unlove the broken pieces
Of our heart to blend the beauty of our soul.
I wish I knew.I wish I knew it would never pass
But now it's too late to know what
I wish I knew.I wish I knew love
And how I have loved you.I wish I could turn back the hand of time.
But wishing was just the beauty of regret.All that's left is my wish and that would
Never be enough to elope fate.Oh, how I wish I knew.
~BeNelly~
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Dark passion
PoetryThe pile-up ecstasy Of the unknown. The beauty of my pain. This is a collection of the poem that illustrates that there is light even in the darkest of place. The is beauty even in pain so live it and live a mark.