I will not write one more word,
until I find you one unheard,
That might stick to your mind,
Evening and caressing through my lines -
And be side of life,
Be cautious and be wise,
This world may not ready for this kind-
Of revolting to survive,
I think I once thought beautiful,
then I could not recall
Any shade or shape
Beast of science, Doctor of faith.
I think I could feel it dying anyway,
Quietly dropping away,
But now,
She made me forget how to supress my mind.
There are trees again,
There are clouds and I do not think they end.
I know I said I was done with all
that,
Foreshadowing years of hindsight,
Revolting to make it right,
but
then
All my logic seemed to broke -
The movements of time started to spoke -
and
then
My feet took me to my knees,
Reasoning returning from retreat,
I know I was done with all this,
I said I'd never feel again,
And I really didnt mean to
You dredged it out anyway.
and when im dead and old
and your skin has fallen to bone
and Ive forgotten how to foretold
and your mind has abandoned all,
You'll still be the one I came here for.
The world cannot revise history,
but it seems to me,
That there for once,
On the right side of chance,
She.
I cannot revise history,
now its quite clear to me,
That some things stick to pass,
Didnt need a second glance,
Holy shit She.
I would never alter history,
now ive seen how humanity can be,
To dream of perchance,
A full life tapestry to enhance,
Why me?
SHE.
