Self-Imprisoned, no man, no stone can break her cage, she's surrounded by something sad, broken dreams, discarded visions, and hopeless feelings.
Forever and always unaware of the slow and beautiful coming to life.
She thinks things could look different, but they are always the same, I breathe regret for her, it is so painful, letting go of the past.
The dark wound in her heart, surrounded by the soft pink, flesh of her healing transformation.
Shy timid, and untrusting, easily torn apart, scared to take that leap.
she has been safely frozen away, but now she is warming, and she has been melting down slowly, and now she is afraid.
Falling like a butterfly with greased wings, graceful, but still falling.
Dose anyone notice? The answer is I do.
But I have come to this place of love all by myself, in search of her, I love much less simple since she's been in my heart.
But when she fell into here illusion of hell, I don't think she saw, how I tried and tried, failure after failure, but never giving up hope.
Where has the time gone? I guess I spent filling these voids, or at least trying to, it never really worked though.
Will it turn out in the end? Do I even want to know?
She gives me all the reasons, that don't make any sense, she continues to convince herself it's easier this way, she tries to cast me away, hoping I'll go astray.
Because she thinks it's just like filling a deep hole, only to watch it cave in.
Spare her that pain, I would with all my might, but when I told her I loved her I meant it in every way, I will never go anywhere, I am here to stick it out till the end.
