She goes through introspective prayer yet holds me heavy in her heart . . . or do I picture this because she blew it from the start.
How can I sincerely forgive her with time, in this crazy world where it's me I can't find, instead I find she’s just like every other lying girl I’ve left behind.
So even if I let her go, the time has passed with no console as I sit so far below in the dim lighted life I show.
Remorse to what? This is all I know, falling in love with a girl that’s trying to take control but I’ve seen this all before, for I am what was planted and this has been my growth.
From the bellows of the snow I grew a strange ill figured rose she’s come to love because of all my prose.
I grew reaching for all the gifts, that with time expose, always trying to reach for all that's gold or close to the color sunny glow.
Yet at times I’m withered to find that no one knows the torment of growing alone yet so bold.
So I feel it’s so strange she thought she had a hold of a feeble mind she somehow thought she could control.
Little does she know I’m an old soul and life speaks to me, we’re a constant of human nature that vibe through life on different frequencies.
Though the explanations of it I honestly don't know but somehow I move like a consistent flow.
It seems like my surroundings just grow and grow, trying to swallow me whole, all the while I’m running fast for life but at the same time I try to take life slow.-JS
If I slow my roll will I eventually overthrow the destructive self whom is in control of a human who has grown so oddly fond of the unknown