Once upon a time I believed In a girl who had the allure That was unattainable
Her form was pristine Her back was a stick Her eyes were like diamonds Too pricey to trick
But the world crashed upon Her, a collar was strapped To the ways of this planet Without even a glance back
Parents... a lie Friends... a myth Her secrets have closen Her deep from within
No guy perhaps could save her still there was nothing keeping her here Her ways, her sway, her swagger walk Took step by step until she stopped
At her own level of gaze and stayed Watching and waiting for him to go away He left, her alone, she eyed him still For what can he do, is he in God’s will?
If it happens for a reason. Every season in its season. But when your life is just beginning some parts of you are missing Redeeming. Revisiting...the past's do’s and dont’s How can a best friend be proud of me if God doesn't come first? Can something be personal without it be taken personally? May the Holy Spirit come over me