i see you
formulate in the sky,
until a permanent cloud remains,
for all to see.

You settle in a montaged dream sequence,
a sweeping sentiment of sweet innocence;
in the equilibrium of your natural habitat.

Just a rain clouds tears away.

A utopian notion,
broken reluctance inspired by emotions.
A colloquial calmness
confronts the surface,
we burrow
down,
deeper,
for the winter in preparation of the hibernate soul;

The harsh cold paradise takes toil into the parable.
In the midst of Nirvana with a frozen heart.
A lake remains.
The tears turn to rain and solidify likes scars.
The reign is over,

You melt into my arms.

Theres no secret to how i feel
The love that i hold in my heart for you is beyond real
But i get the sense that to you its all a game
You aim to be relevant with no relevance to the words you say
Not realizing that all you do & say is just a game
False hope is a ***** and frankly i dont wanna know her
Tell me whats real or say nothing at all and leave it to fate
I owe you the space to grow and change for the better
So later on in life if God brings us together
Everything will run smooth
Nomore searching for understanding or opportunities to be heard
Cause when its all said and done actions speak louder than words
Theres no secret to how I feel
The love that I have for you is unreal
But when the time is right and you've realized your growth
Maybe we can give this love another go.

But inside...I know
That perhaps of a spark of it is still there

And that very spark,
It will grow and grow, faster and faster...
Just like the way,
A perfectly round cherry does

And from that little orb of light,
It will bloom,
Burst.

Give way the gooey goodness inside.
Empty it all until it is free.

Explode.
Crackle.
As if celebrating its final achievement,
Showering sparks absorbed by the air.

As they heavily rain down,
Like a group of shooting stars.

What was once a spark...
Now a firework.

You are made more precious than fine gold
spiritually refined in the essence of being bold
Worthy you are
A light reflection of the cross of Calvary
A masterpiece of a raw art gallery
Worthy you are.

Sweet child, free your mind
You carry two arms; your will and mind
Divinity is a mystery of your faith
A spiritual reflection of God’s grace
Allow yourself to be uplifted
Allow God within you, and be gifted.

I have crawled across shattered glass
For you
There are shards of broken promises embedded in my kneecaps
My palms are a mosaic of your lies
All this blood paints a tragic statement perhaps
But I've held my tongue for so long
That I can only scream in sighs