I never wanted to admit it it. I hated that it stayed so long. However the more I tried to fight it, the more apparent it became. The deeper the roots, the stronger the hold. To the point of my beginning was its end and its end my beginning. I let it wrap me. Take all my energy and love. Even though I could feel it, I didn't want to admit it was there. So I moved only when it let me, I thought only want it allowed me to. I spoke when spoken to and overslept to the point of illness. I no longer cared. I no longer felt. I no longer…. I no longer…. I was longer.. There was no I. There was simply it. And it fell deeper. And then I knew I needed to turn. To face it. While there was still some small part of me that could.
Where have you gone? What corner of your mind have you drifted into? Is it quiet there like the silence that has unfolded so hastily between us? I understand. We collided like two galaxies, our souls intertwined as one. Ohh love, what beautiful stars we made. But look at us now. Constant silences to keep us talking. I have been an anchor pulling you down into the depths of my selfish heart. And you held on with a strength I do not possess. I grieve for what I kept us from becoming. For not being the person I need to be. Do not tell me where you have gone, for I am not certain I could stay away.
Jasmine tears went with the sea Drop by drop, filled streams of **** Spectacular aroma made *** the shores And Agendas of menage stained the world.
For surely one must have seen reasons for elongating the times retained For wants and needs to be renamed human greed. But songful sins gambol on, upon sea beds Merging ardour with the emptiness of lofting ****.
Never contrary to the man made shows of happiness. Staining visions of innocence. Untouched by misunderstandings, tasking greatly aversions pouting from reality.
But exceptional as it all stands! Dire momentums retreat reasoning’s, conceiting the flares of hurt Elevating progressions through revelations aloud
I feel you trying to love me I see the effort I feel the effort It hurts my heart I'm too ashamed Too many skeletons Too many sins More secrets than I'd care to share I think you'd accept me Take me as I am The issue isn't you I'm ashamed to be so Stained Standing next to your Immaculate existence
When you look deeply into yourself you may be able to see that there is, in this moment, a quality of aliveness that is animating you that is not philosophical and is not abstract. It's independent of what you think about it, what you believe about it and what you feel about it. It's always there! it is animating your breath, It is coursing the spirit, it is what makes it possible for you to think and speak and see and hear.