Reaching out to you, at least I thought I could,
not sure what to do but give it one last try.
I thought maybe I could change your mind
but you’re your own person to a fault and
I never understood where it went wrong.
That little girl I saw so many years ago
no soft white glow but a blinding light;
as hard as I tried that spirit I couldn’t corral
persuasively tried, but only reflections of black eyes
swallowed me up and you I could no longer hold.
Beautiful but tortured your soul of reflecting mirrors
left you lost and confused with nowhere to turn,
clinging to your reflections of deceit and desperation
denying your happiness for the sake of a fleeting feeling
drowning out the pain and your soul in a pseudo euphoria.
Coming back to reality those things did nothing for you at all
but take away your dreams and aspirations – washed away
like rain on a summer’s day down a gutter – gone forever.
Convinced your blinding light is only a soft white glow
deserving nothing and hoping for little is all you know.
So my sweet I’m reaching out one last time – not because
I want that, but it’s been determined by you.
I know you love me but it seems you’re stuck in neutral;
one day I hope you come to your senses and things get better
but if not, I pray for the best and hope you’re not lost forever.
Copyright by NewLife2008
