i wrote You a story,
with meticulous care
praised your great glory
with flaws,so blatant, there
i drew You a picture
with such precision
magnified Your stature
according to my vision
You wrote me a story
with malicious intent
what i failed to foresee
i could not prevent
You drew me a picture
dedicated to your desire
i didn’t recognize her
the witch in Your fire
i told myself our story
The one You wouldn’t hear
what a fantastic fantasy
that seemed so sincere
i admired our picture
the one you wouldn’t see
an angel, called Lucifer
stared back at me
I’m writing myself a story
incase it interests you
a kind of an allegory
to get the message through
I’m drawing myself a picture
in case it crossed your mind
always confusing sin with scripture
I wonder what meaning you’ll find
I’ve written myself a story
and drawn myself a picture
where I’m freed from your purgatory
and have emerged a victor...
Sometimes people make as though we are unable or unwilling to love yet they and others have treated us in a way that has made us so apprehensive to lend our hearts out. Love is a two way street...