See, she chose vanity over reason. And sometimes, she would forget what the mind had to say. But not so fast, let me tell you why she made such a decision.
There was a time, when she had all that life could have possibly give. But one thing was a constant, there was always a deficit for love. No one was teaching her the right things and no one was changing, not even the ones that meant the best of things for her. She loved for sure, but she had a one way street going for her. So then, what makes it so hard for vanity to make comfort in her room?
The town girl, had seen the most of life, the town girl had always made room for her love and yet the evasion was taking longer than usual. It was just a matter of time before the walls caved in, there she stood unveiled to the fact that the people she once called friends were actually, vomiting venom of hate, anger and all that stands in the road of disaster. She was learning a new lesson: that people hurt and that the love so deep in the hearts of men was not visible in touch. The town girl grew cold with the touch of men, she grew cold to the love of friends. How was it possible that men could choose hate for love, how was it that hatred stood in the hearts made for love? That was the dilemma of the town girl.
The tears streamed all night for an answer to humanity's loss of genuine love and far beyond her hold, she learnt that to stand on your own was safer. She chose to live a life she could mark out, one she could find a destiny of no pain, no regrets. She chose vanity and a little of fun in the go. To find a redemption for the pain that hang in her heart.
So today she stands, alone but happy. Far from spiting tongues and vulture hearts. Far from all the pain that could not redeem her soul, for the love her heart desired.
Was she hurt? Very much so but she learnt that to let your heart open for more was going to cause her more pain than what she felt,she learnt well to guard her heart with reason, a little vanity and no regard for second guessing, she made a bed in making the heart feel a little alive in the things vanity had to offer. You know those things; manicured nails, a great smile, very expensive clothes, over the top hotels suites and more in the knowledge of this world.
The town girl did all that she could, to stay alive. She learnt the language of the city and she chose the adventure of the world. So today, no one can beat the town girl to the life she has chosen, for in it she found a re-birth.
Now she walks a journey I am starting to understand, don't blame her...life made her and so did the people in it.
There was a time, when she had all that life could have possibly give. But one thing was a constant, there was always a deficit for love. No one was teaching her the right things and no one was changing, not even the ones that meant the best of things for her. She loved for sure, but she had a one way street going for her. So then, what makes it so hard for vanity to make comfort in her room?
The town girl, had seen the most of life, the town girl had always made room for her love and yet the evasion was taking longer than usual. It was just a matter of time before the walls caved in, there she stood unveiled to the fact that the people she once called friends were actually, vomiting venom of hate, anger and all that stands in the road of disaster. She was learning a new lesson: that people hurt and that the love so deep in the hearts of men was not visible in touch. The town girl grew cold with the touch of men, she grew cold to the love of friends. How was it possible that men could choose hate for love, how was it that hatred stood in the hearts made for love? That was the dilemma of the town girl.
The tears streamed all night for an answer to humanity's loss of genuine love and far beyond her hold, she learnt that to stand on your own was safer. She chose to live a life she could mark out, one she could find a destiny of no pain, no regrets. She chose vanity and a little of fun in the go. To find a redemption for the pain that hang in her heart.
So today she stands, alone but happy. Far from spiting tongues and vulture hearts. Far from all the pain that could not redeem her soul, for the love her heart desired.
Was she hurt? Very much so but she learnt that to let your heart open for more was going to cause her more pain than what she felt,she learnt well to guard her heart with reason, a little vanity and no regard for second guessing, she made a bed in making the heart feel a little alive in the things vanity had to offer. You know those things; manicured nails, a great smile, very expensive clothes, over the top hotels suites and more in the knowledge of this world.
The town girl did all that she could, to stay alive. She learnt the language of the city and she chose the adventure of the world. So today, no one can beat the town girl to the life she has chosen, for in it she found a re-birth.
Now she walks a journey I am starting to understand, don't blame her...life made her and so did the people in it.
