You can find her anywhere. She is the shadow of your heart. Wherever you decide to go, just know, she’s with you from the start. Whatever destination you decide on to embark, She will follow whether if it’s to a party or the park.
She is one open wound you can’t fix with a bandage. Just as we all have, I have seen her damage. From a pointless puppy love to a broken down marriage So much power in her hands, though she’s small and transparent.
With her you must be patient so don’t fear alienation. We are equal as a nation and that fact is near to ancient. But comparing grapes to raisins is a great way to explain this; It goes: everybody then her. Isolation.
She wanders aimlessly with no intention to stop. Her left foot tends to drag, as the right foot seems to mock. While her shoulders sag, her eyes lock onto her socks. She finds a seat next to me in the fog and down she plops.
She’s genuinely pale you might confuse her for a ghost. She will try to befriend you if you’ve one too many woes. Just being around her negativity will grow. And as for your goals, they’re no longer set in stone.
In a butterfly world she is plain as a moth. A selective speaker with scrupulous speech that’s soft. With the lights dimmed low and emotions thick as moss, You could only deal with her demeanor for so long.
Some will surrender to her some will manage. Some like her type but most feel abandoned. Some settle and say this is the life they were handed. Well I say she’s the type that won’t meet my parents.
You can find her anywhere. She is the shadow of your heart. Where ever you decide to go just know she’s with you from the start. Whatever destination you decide on to embark, She will follow, yes; she will follow you to the dark.