𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭,

          𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵.  

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥

              𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺

                        𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺

                                𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘵.

Speak Lord, I'm listening,
lavish me with your jewels:
Grace, gentleness and patience
Are like ravishing red rubies and pearls,
Their wellspring is forever refreshing.

Sometimes I wonder
If you'd even remember
What you did

I think you cared
Once
But that was a while ago

Before you took everything from me
My heart, soul, and name
And left me without even the memory of you

The further
I moved away
from my traumata
the closer I see
them running towards me

It’s like a parasitic
relationship
I let them happen
I let them stay
thinking that
if I bought them
a jersey
with
“norm” stitched on it
I would fall for
their play