Dramatic progression of
A terminal diagnosis
Prognosis
Is mostly hopeless
Condition critical
Like pesticide to locust
Or a moon swollen
With out attention
To reflect the light of the sun
Its frozen
Never knowing of devotion
Jesus I'm hopeless need you so bad
But I'm closed to love
And happiness
Knowing only tragic
Emotions
Only cactus grows
Until god showed up
Ima rose now
But my toes drown
In the flowing lake of sadness
Devastated by the regret encapsulated
In my sanctum of madness
Like a prison guard
Keeping watch on me as I stroll along the polished pad. Mug of swollen pride
And toes so cold there frozen
Like my dad is.
I pray jesus comes back and
Knows immostly sorry for those habits
Divorcing from devotion I supported so religiously will be magic to manage without your hand in.
I'm a woman I think. My mind is lost
Pointing in directions
Placed in foreign spots
Storms so calm
My emotions are positively so opposite
I ignore my thoughts
Logically made perfect
Throwing pebbles in a shore of rocks
My body is in constant thought
That no guy will ever find me hot
I know I'm not. A top notch model
Or a goddess yet.
But sooner than
I hope to make my fate less gloomy
Lift mymood
And finally choose a man.
Doom and ******.
The foolish cant.
I tried so hard
You knew that.
I'm so foolish that I truly cant
So ***** me man
I'm doomed and ******.
Tulips planted on your **** in june we plant.. you ******* knew we cant