She wasn’t wrong, that’s for sure
No such liar, reassuringly… painstakingly pure
As soon as my life turned sour
She came at me – again – like a most glorious flower
Resilient and watered
Poured on into my vision with an immaculate precision
Cauterised all of the hatred spated up inside of me
As fate would have it
We sat and talked things out
Chalked it all down to a life less ordinary
Had me frolicking in golden vale prairies before too long
A sudden and oh so welcome sprout of hope
I no longer leaving myself open to being a rather foolish and lonesome dope
Impressively strong now