You are still locked in my mental cages
and since you left i've been thru several phases
didn't realise u were a prisoner til you tried to escape
shattered dreams of a white dress with a long drape
Thsi seed you won't find, not even in the fairest cape
But the vine started to produce sour grapes
can't control some things, can only let some things take shape
whateva will be, will be but that doesn't apply to you and me