Grace Of The Seasons Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Im waiting for the sun to break the dome,
but i have given up on my self,
given up on someone else.
you don't even think about me,
or how you thing i need to be,
you run me in a circle,
and try to give me amazing grace,
can you stand to see,
the misery,
of someone that treats you the way they do,
and you can eat the society,
and trust the destiny,
but you gotta give up on yourself,
and look into someone else, cause in the end,
you want a new sky, and create a new high,
and put yourself into the sweet embrease,
you call my, extending mace,
as you gave up on your self,
erase the madness,
and forget the sadness,
give me a reason,
and give me a season,
to pull you towards me,
and give you my sweet embrace.
cause in the end,
it's such an amazing grace.