Time is Slowly Dripping

What if its a lie?

My feelings for you are constantly evolving, I smile with yours its symbiotic and not parasitic, your eyes have the solution, my walls are dissolving, I am no longer safe from your advances, in our war I feel as if I’m losing, staring in your eyes even for a split second gives me hope for somethingmore

I hope eventually you stare into my soul without fear, deylah don’t you see why I stay here, Its because you have much to teach me, I believe its deep, like your soul close your eyes and continue to see me for what I am not a man but student and maybe a teacher with lessons

Of change, something cliche yet still out of the ordinary, I mean I avoid the preachers second guessing from the pullpit I love your revolutionary spirit, looking into flames and saying stop this Bullish, strong trigger finger because you will need to pull clips, everyone staring at you claiming madness

And I say my simple phrase, “that’s natural beauty”

Chuckling about the things she does to me, causing me to grow wings, the gardner triclking sustinance, helping me to stretch towards the heavens, blooming and blossiming, can we be in the same realm, what do I have to show you but my own self, I can’t help but to become narcaissitc,

I don’t believe that its right, but its correct from this left field thought, if you understand this, doesn’t mean you comprehend this thought, this idea that contains you, don’t become a prisioner, no immortal in lines of these stories, your epicness is Helena, no hera, strike me down

I don’t deserve this

I am the storyteller, the bard, please take the thread out of my mouth so I can shout your struggle, only to myself though because your Angelic presence hasn’t regrown yet, allow me to clean your wings off and reclaim your halo, leave me here once you find freedom from this taudy existence, your divine

Accept the your divinty and fly away from this, my words are the only thing that seperates myself from the me I am trapped within, teach me how to change into this beauty that you represent or does that defeat the purpose? You. Are unqiue to us