All my life I’ve been here, all these hours I’ve been trying to find
With all this distance it must be countless, useless to deny. Breathing in
rasps barely able to be heard, catching escaped breaths like a butterfly
with no wings to soar. All my life I’ve been living a lie, filling spaces
with dialouge to justify, does it work? For I always search to hide. Wilted
and torn with the petals of a rose upon the floor.

No other way to catch the fallen
No chances left to try
Does it matter still when the flowers dried,
No longer pretty,
No more beauty to hide the cries.
All my life
All these days in a prison
Of my own mind,
No other way to escape,
No more ways to make up lies.

With all my life you’d figure,
That the time would find a way,
Heed a moment to return the prices that I paid.
All my life I noticed that the days just extend,
Further my chances of failing once again.

Because there’s no other way to catch the fallen,
Because there are no chances left to try,
Because it no longer matters when the flowers have dried,
For they’re no longer pretty,
No more beauty to hide the cries.
All my life,
In a prison
A captive of my own mind,
Because there’s no other way to escape,
Because there are no more ways to make up lies.

All my life I know this then he walked into my life,
Reached out his hand, and looked me in the eyes…..

 
Copyright © dalilpoet, All Rights Reserved