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Caught up in my own little world, love is so blinded
Wonder if it exists and has anyone truly find it, would they share it if it’s so rare?
My faith wants me to hold close, but lost images are ghost, what is it that I want the most.
To be close to heaven, will wings grow? 

 Fallen…

I’m light headed its effects has taken control like the intoxicating fumes from a red rose. What have I chosen, I can’t change your life, to dream your lost dreams without the compassion to survive.  Short of time the hour glass almost empty the beaches are full and plenty, as I walk the sands of time.

So am I blind, trying to find something lost in dreams?

Alone, still holding on to something, close knit to the drama of my life walking and fighting for something that’s not there or anything that cares about me and mines. My mind stuck on this poetic verse; if I held it in would it hurt worst?

I’m tried of the trying times , I wish hard times got tired running out of ideas to cause me misery , the river of tears cried are like clouds in my eyes, like love it’s not clear.

Keep talking I’ll just walk this way maybe to a better place that would engrave a permanent smile on my face, stone hinge, a saving grace dressed in lace and love is my worst enemy.  Pain just reminded me that I was caught up in my own little world, and my faith walked away leaving my shoulders strong.

Long strides of pride taken knowing somehow I will make it. Even though I’m caught up

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