#glimpseofreality

Her eyes...

The sky rises as the sun dies/

Which is when she is at her most vulnerable point and I can see the pain inside/

Her smile... 

Is what she hides behind/

But true feelings that you may not want to be brought to light are always noticed by the blind/ 

Her mind... 

A mist of fresh air being surrounded by the negatives; making her positives try harder but she feels its no use...

A life is like the last plant in a field..

So take it!/

The oxygen of the plant gives u a life to live... So do that!/

The pain and sorrow roughens her days as the good times shes in wanting of ponders her mind in her dreams at night/

First sight of "love" and she feels its right/ 

No lefts in her stride as she toughens out her tears dealing with loves wrongs being forced to believe they're rights....

Misunderstood, well understanding that is... 

Comes from the past hatred and thoughts of being Pluto far off in a distance of visual and not physical connection with the mental of being one with her creators.

Being seen, but not touched/

Being talked to, but not heard/

No matter her words; her feelings is what she wants others to listen to,

But no one bothers.

Wanting to love again but afraid to give her all/

Beat down and shattered at one point so she feels she will always fall. 

Looking for a protector to keep her safe/

But it seems like god doesn't even hear her cries of sane/

Maybe I can be that plane/

To rescue you from this war of Jane/ 

And Mary will be my sidekick to clear the clouds and be sure of no rain.

Reads fiction as her escape/

from being mind raped/

by society thinking this is life.

Picasso couldn't paint u because the many curves and twist to a life with many downfall river flows from those cheek bones would not fit the stroke of any paint brush he may have in his kit. 

They say music tells lives... 

But melodies and rest notes for pauses won't be able to tell the story behind those eyes. 

The beauty I see in you is what I wish u could see in yourself/ 

Good health/ 

No matter the wealth/ 

Just know I will always believe in you when u don't believe in yourself.

Your special; 

Everything I've searched for in a person and I'm happy to say I met you/

I know what I see from you is what I get/

No movie clips, picture frames, or imagination figments.

No longer can I say your a figment of my imagination/ 

I guess it's true what they say...