If I were You
with sighs too deep for words
I’d build a thunder wall
and hide far from
me
“How can it beIf I were You
you still don’t understand,
refuse to see
or walk too near
Me?”
my sighs would bring one less
god bowing at
the altar of
me.
How can it be,
I ask with sighs too deep
for words, You don’t
thunder but call
me?
Perfect
Perfection isn’t always perfect
Beauty shows in crooked lines sometimes
I want to be beautiful
With jagged edges
2 comments:
Good work Mark, and congratulations on hitting the 4,000 mark. Pretty impressive.
Thank you, Spencer.
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