Life Beneath The Words At Play

Promise me a garden full of ash and roses

I know one day I'll love again.

I'll open up and sway in their arms once again.

If I fall, I'll get back up and do it all over again.

Hell makes me promises of saints and angels waiting at the top, but I know better than to let them drag me down like before.

Heaven only notices me when I'm flying in the clouds with my face pressed against my lovers lips once more.

There are no devils waiting at the bottom when I reach out to walk the plank like I've always done.

They're all so tired of my tears and heartache. They won't accept the failure of me loving again.

It's almost like they're rooting for me to stop myself from doing it twice again.

But I've got so much to give and so much to lose. I shouldn't risk it, but I'm always walking on the edge, so why would it matter if I fall down again.

Why should they cry for me when there's still some love left to give.

Just one more try, and I promise he'll be the right one this time.

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I'm not sure I conveyed the message clearly enough or if the poem makes no sense at all. It's about a person who jumps from one relationship to another without taking a break in between to heal and realize they can live without them. They can have happiness and health without relying on others for it.