about the wrong aspects of marriage...


The lying priest

It's funny how I thought that beauty,
could be born out of two rings and a church;
I guess they were not the greatest parents,
as we were made to believe.
We go through stages, different episodes -
some full of colours mixed on a white canvas,
as if it was a bed under them.
But then after a year, when the colours start to fade,
and other, better artists are in the room -
where do we stand?
Have we been made a fool?
Of course I was young, having little experience,
but the priest shouldn't be hiding the truth, should he?
That old grey man, it would be unfair to blame him!
Yet - unfair - is also getting married at 18!
And now I know people who'd stay with me forever
or even meet me in another lifetime.
But turning back is forbidden on the road of God,
so all I can do is work and work -
towards something.
And yes, there's a house and a dog -
everything is in white.
Every girl's dream I suppose.
But not mine...




Poetry by Francesca Lucca
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Written on 2006-11-15 at 02:13

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Sage
Interesting write. You kept me into it until the very end. I expected a finality to wrap this up into a nice little present but fortunately your writing skills are above my expectations because it is the perfect ending. Enjoyed stopping by.
2006-11-15