originally known as Come as you are
some personal poems about little 'ol life
and photos to entertain the eyes
poetry + fotas
I prayed for love, I asked for it.
So then why am I so afraid? God graced me with an answered prayer, And now I’m hiding away. I wanted someone to hold, I needed it. But now I’m an emotionless, distant brick. For ever step he takes toward me, I step back, scared and transfixed. On the person who cares for me, I’m blinded. By my knotted heart inside. Concentrated on my troubled past, How I can avoid it, how I can hide. Though I prayed, “Lord, let this be it… “Or please just take it away” The answer seems to be, “This is… “This man right here will stay.” For a moment, I forbade my weakness. For a moment I let him in. And every scar I worried for which he would care, He didn’t falter, my fear couldn’t win. Yet, still, I fled, I ran. Without another word. Running from getting too close, Running so I could not get hurt. And now I lay here and reminisce. Replaying each honest word exchanged. Wishing I could rise above, My wall which prohibits change. I prayed for love, I asked for it. And God even said, “Well then let it be.” So then why is the only thing left holding me back, Inevitably, and disappointingly, me? |
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February 2015
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