Each time a garden blooms
We tend to prune too quickly
And every lovely petal falls
What was wanted along by the ones not
Patience is a supposed virtue
But is unnecessary when the feelings are mutal
To meet one of your kind is most unusual
I just may be delusional to wicked schemes
Unawaringly wrapped up in fantastical dreams
Although having been around your character of being
I have some subtle reason to believe
Doubt that which is normally seen
Removed from the picture of reality
Instead placed in front of technicality
Physically attracted to how you mentally challenge me
In such a way you have become my surroundings

Ponderer of belief
Wondering what you think
Evade realism as an elusive being
Preposterous pervert brought forth from protrusive realms
Fostering impostors within thine self

Envision of another reality
or is life just more than it seemed?
Reality lays in nightmares whilst fairytales are dreams.
Life lays griping,
yours is ripping at the seams.
Underlying conscious projecting prominent schemes,
withhold of care or sign of remorse.
Passed as a torch
titled

Favoritism at its finest
you are divine in my eyes
may I imply that your aura is euphoric
and I can not tell if the more I know you
I am more lost or found than before

She shudders at the world
reality as a whole
has recoiled into nothing more than walking corpses
confused in their role
to think about a particle and how it correlates to a soul
or how the wind decides a direction to blow
it all computes if you are open
possess the will to try and try again
for you fight your own battle and love from within
and acknowledge what is sin to begin

The rise of the Sun brings forth a new day
no greater opportunity than dawn
inner beings are courageous creatures
ability to forgive and let live
captivating essence of another
let us break down the concept of love
humanity as a whole
just as every individual soul is self-shackled
not one existence may be in the same
to be set free of superficial bounds
whilst time and possession are misconstrued

I think of you from time to time
rhyme about how two souls once shared the same playground
I still hear your thoughts common as any other sound
sense the weight of your gaze
dreams of how it could have been
emotions are tortured by your sins
long for closure
though I know I am soon to give in