some things were dreams until we met
and were stars far away in outta space
I was a heart drowning in self hate
one that only went by life's own pace
some things were stones before you informed me they were precious
I was a labyrinth, too complex a puzzle for I to decipher
I wasn't anything beyond Hosiana Ignatius
stuck at the red sea of my existence till you became my divider
I was a million shades of total confusion and despair
some things were fantasy like finding a healer
for I was mirrors crushed into grainy pieces,shattered beyond repair
yet you stole my trance with alcoholic efficiency like tequila
*some things were not for me, I was a rose flower growing in the wild
till you held my soul with tenderness,more of a mother holding her child