The Great Awakening

Time can only tell when that special person comes across your eyes & reveals the true colors of love Push comes to shove I want to re-create a cinderella story that applies to when i wrote my poem "Gift From Above". A fantasy is an imagination by reality in which replenishes the inner though of ones mind so many things to wish for but to actually personify human qualities to somethin in which my body yearns for the one i call one of a kind. Tired of being told that its better to have some one rather than no on yet I look into her eyes of the one I will one day call my bride In which makes me blush while the biggest smile on my face on my face from the deep deoths of depression it like sittin in a dark room by yourself wondering are you in detention but as i snap bacc into reality i finally realize your the succession of my obsession. As our eyes meet the story of a teenage love affair that no one can ever segregate I use myy metaphoric & Illusionistic points of views to dictate what I feel as if i was president of all 50 states. During My long journey of me trying to find the one I seek and call one true Love Yet as kids pushes turned out to be a shove your the only person my mind will come across of. As I am left surrounded in darkness I refuse to be swallowed by my lonliness like the night air invisible to the eye & obvious to the touch yet if i can do it all again, I rathe do it in the skin that I am in. To let love that I have die and stay down and let it lie even though i have seen its darkset form Nothing else can taste this warm or feel this sweet.