Path Less Walked.

So I'm sitting here listening to Let Go by Ne-Yo. Free by Destiny's Child and Tears On My Pillow apply as well. I'm just so amazed. After i wrote my first blog, i realized that's only most of me. It's not always a facade, it's fact.

Here's the storyline:

I was the hopeless little girl.
The girl who'd heard fairytales, and believed them to be true
And i knew truth as i knew love
And love knew my heart well,
Love and my heart were compatible
After the chaotic sounds of broken glass
The voices calmed down and settled with the winds
And the fairytale princess' eyes grew enlarged with hope
Animosity had been caged, imprisoned
As my heart was, unjustified
Content with living life as an animal, dealing with the world
Shivering from a cold reality
And torn up and down brick by brick
And every vain ripped from the heart
Her heart was cold, bloodless, lifeless
And he was the doctor who saved me
Jumped in and saved my crying heart
Yes, it wanted to die and drag its beloved soul and memories with it
But he, revived me and there i was
A feline, living a second life
How the world turned him to me
In turn my eyes were engaged in oceans and skies unimaginable
And grasses
Flowers that bloomed on fields of lilac
And joyous fingers that shaded in joyous moments
Fulfilled with happiness and a zealous mind
But behind stilled shades, a criminal lie under the doctor
The same doctor who'd give his life for his patient
For her to live in love, and love life once more
Who held her hand and painted her face and hair with courage
The late night uncovered the hidden parts of a uncared for body
Uncaressed and unloved
Under the light of the moon, her bristled hairs were softened
And legs used as pliers gripped
Lips gasping for more pink life
And in turn she filled his dimlit head with light
Day after day, and month after month
Time became an hour glass, unflipped and unwatched
As fast as her hair had been christened by his lips
She heard the sirens of animosity
Heart failure was ensured but hold on and forever were grinding in her temples
Words and actions that cut like daggers of the beloved shakespeare characters
Her heart spilled as wine does, love drunk
The sand tipped its end and was with the simple HATE
Onto the road she'd so known of games and lust
She traveled that road and detoured to the doctors sanctuary
New beginnings started
How his words devastated and actions caused chain reactions unbelievable
As mistakes were unforgivable
Inside the little girl, and epiphany rose as an asterik
Of great importance, her knowledge had become
Stars and planets and God had blessed her with sense
The little girl fell as the woman rised
Keeping her love and painting fingers to herself
Holding her own hand and laying her head on her own shoulders
And tears that had so ran as the Nile, disappeared
Time did not sacrafice itself, and detours were closed
The road had not been walked
And the woman was strong.
Despair of a man no longer touched the woman.
She realized,
The sand had evaporated as did the sand glass.