Frequent Attendance
By Javoid
V1
They say Distance makes the heart grow fonder,
But I am here to say...
This old adage, is a false blanket, with the impression people wait, What you harbor is just remnants that will diminish each day, Its just such bullshit, it's a proverb that mislead your fate. It has become common place. We make this mistake.
He conjured a blunder, is it any wonder,
With Our absence, this attachment aches then breaks.
life turns the page, a new path generates.
Your life dawn's a new age. She wont stay the same.
Ch
It's a frequent attendance,
Keeps us remembering,
Developing together, tethered in endeavors,
This frequent attendance,
That Keeps us endeared, governs how we grow, wovens the soul.
But without this attending, without this attention,
Who we were, becomes interred, what we had is severed. All that's left is fossils in the dessert.
V2
When you realize all this time,
all you were taught, was faux and lies,
When you realize,
In this darkness, your connection lost reception,
Your love is jeopardized.
Far from home, for far too long,
It evolved in the storm,
Worlds apart, shatters what you are,
It's a lack of a consistent flux, a flow in unison.
The metronome that once held your rhythm is silenced by a smoking gun.
Ch
It's a frequent attendance,
Keeps us remembering,
Developing together, tethered in endeavors,
This frequent attendance,
That Keeps us endeared, governs how we grow, wovens the soul.
But without this attending, without this attention,
Who we were, becomes interred, what we had is severed. All that's left is fossils in the dessert.
V3
It's just a blip, a moment of excitement,
A memory that arises of what use to exist,
But reality hits.
It resonates, in your brain, who is this??
Then you realize, it clarifies, now their back,
This hasn't wrenched on your heart,
All it has done, is alert something's wrong, we've drifted apart. In the matters of the heart.
Ch
It's a frequent attendance,
Keeps us remembering,
Developing together, tethered in endeavors,
This frequent attendance,
That Keeps us endeared, governs how we grow, wovens the soul.
But without this attending, without this attention,
Who we were, becomes interred, what we had is severed. All that's left is fossils in the dessert.
