August 2, 2017
His beautiful field that lay before my eyes
Made up of many ties
Red ribbons being tied to many roses
The sea of pastel roses that Eve chose
As it will never decompose
The roses will bloom forever
Which puts me in admiration in how it’s wonderfully clever
Because despite them having thorns that harm me, it’s what also brings out their beauty
It’s what also makes the garden smell strangely fruity…
Each rose had a purpose as they were not picked at random
They are being strongly protected by the hands of Adam
But my fate turns its head around
And what a sight I see as my eyes take a pound
A field of darkness...something like an empty void
It’s something I always tried to avoid
Because that field unfortunately is actually mine
I believe there is no more time
All of the beauty of the Garden of Wisdom has withered
My garden looks like it just went through a blizzard
Filled with disappointments, I left the two fields with a sad sigh
I guess there could be more than what meets the eye
Oh how cruel my reality is compared to His, how cruel can my reality be?
One more day, is what I tell myself with hope that I can now finally live a lively life...but honestly... when can I be free?
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
August 2, 2017
His beautiful field that lay before my eyes
Made up of many ties
Red ribbons being tied to many roses
The sea of pastel roses that Eve chose
As it will never decompose
The roses will bloom forever
Which puts me in admiration in how it’s wonderfully clever
Because despite them having thorns that harm me, it’s what also brings out their beauty
It’s what also makes the garden smell strangely fruity…
Each rose had a purpose as they were not picked at random
They are being strongly protected by the hands of Adam
But my fate turns its head around
And what a sight I see as my eyes take a pound
A field of darkness...something like an empty void
It’s something I always tried to avoid
Because that field unfortunately is actually mine
I believe there is no more time
All of the beauty of the Garden of Wisdom has withered
My garden looks like it just went through a blizzard
Filled with disappointments, I left the two fields with a sad sigh
I guess there could be more than what meets the eye
Oh how cruel my reality is compared to His, how cruel can my reality be?
One more day, is what I tell myself with hope that I can now finally live a lively life...but honestly... when can I be free?
I love you all.
Hope everyone will have a wonderful day!
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