Cocoon

Well, Kinshala I'm back to writing for it's Reality that I'm fighting for I so wanted you to be mine... I thought you could save me or at least help to tame me, But I guess this ain't the right place or right time, So I'll cocoon once again surrounded by friends, family and infidels too, and dream of the next world (while in my puppae - all curled) awaiting rebirth that is new Hoping to find Kinshala there in any form (I don't care) I just know that I want her essence to hold though I feel rather doubtful after writing this mouthfull of my lost Kinshala and sad stories told... I guess this love that I feel is more a one sided deal and I know I've got no control over this... but I can't help what my heart says over and over (uno, dos, treis....) that it's Kinshala who I long to kiss... so as the water runs down curved cheeks while I frown I'm still so happy to know that Kinshala is out there and I can remember her fair untill spring leaves again grow... so, please don't get sad or feel at all bad and just enjoy Christmas this year for everything's fine (and I can still rhyme) although I will end with a tear...