About a Girl

Ignorance is bliss. Beautiful verbs transform into metaphors as soon as they leave my lips. Wasn’t looking when I found you. Complex emotions transform into authentic feeling, and becomes our truth. These words have never left my conscious. Though my validity has come into question, I promise to keep it honest. Substance behind my statement defines my gratification, For life even though I’m intoxicated upon confessing my infatuation My talk is cheap, but my words are billed by the minute like I was Lost In Translation. Deep words thrown into the shallow end. Didn’t swim for love, let love dive after me and realized all the laps before were just pretend. Real eyes realize the real lies and differentiate the real from the snakes in disguise. Not a time teller, but clocked in and banked on my demise, in other words prophesized. This new-found fate largely contrasts my darkness and illuminates a previously dark situation that had me questioning my faith