Sometimes you have to get away from someone so special to you...
when you have something really beautiful with someone, a realtionship beyond description.After sometime you want more out of it and destroy the closeness, so you stop and wait...
wait for the person come around, and if the feelings are true, if you are meant to be together... you will be.Waiting...
a poem...
no safe passage, none of it
all there's left is an empty world
and trapped within it is the false being.
the being, being the realization of self
breaking out wasn't easy,it isn't.
what was the point, is of it all.
deep down some where, still the answer was there
but the thick covering of the system
so perfectly imperfect...
the soul cried, still crying.
waiting... waiting...
someday, blood will flow
the covering will go
something's gotta give
when is the time right...
soul is still crying out loud
waiting... waiting...
human, being called
'I' being 'said', 'We' being 'just said'
what it meant...
closed are the eyes of righteousness
and the soul is still
waiting... waiting...
