” There comes that point where you just care, and ration does not enter that.”
In a room darker than fate
In a space he’s always late:
the floor’s full of expectations,
laced in tired aspirations,
Dreams are covered in frustrations…
“Pick the pieces off the floor
Take them with you out the door
She’ll write yet another song
For the space where she’ll belong.”
Found the quiet of her heart
as her vices’ shadows part
tears running for the man
Whom the fates refuse to plan…
Interlude of silent exasperation
in her past seeking redemption…
shifts of games for the creation
of the man who’ll bring salvation;
come the day she’ll walk away
deaf to the words to make her stay;
Truth’s not lighting from outside,
Hurting her… is just her pride…
Stifling love of freedom’s sake
Her faced traced in peaceful ache;
and she wonders when she’ll sleep….
when her veins will drain and seep;
When exhaustion will subside,
or her mind will come untied?
Now… she’s facing who she was:
at a time your heart would pause,
time you saw more than her flaws.
Hence, she bows into your light
Giving grace for that you’ve brought:
For the words you never said
For the trust you made and led.
For the patience that you had
For the times she made you mad
For the kindness you impart
For the times you held her heart.