she sat in the corner and asks
g WHY am I always digging at the bottom of this red box
r n ' w'''
e i '''e ' '
a h ' e '' '
c c ' ' p'' ' ' '
h a ' ' i ' '
i e ' ' ' ' n ' '
n r ' ' ' ' g '
g ' ' '
Begging for understanding while the claws of misleading whispers are speaking sweet nothings, pretty as raw sugar. Which is the sweetener and which is the bitter black?
YELLING
out of frustration YELLING out of patience
out of disappointment YELLING out of ideas
but take me by the hand drape me across my bed post
use the other to pick me up GOD tell me to stop crying and
come home
Forgive me
I know sorry c doesn't always
u
t
it
WHY is it when I run to stains on the carpet You find me with even more force than the last. I never thought You were .........
such a clean freak
I hope You know
that I keep pushing
You into last weeks trash
but the trash has a certain aroma
[[[Corinthians 2:14]]]
sometimes Your Fabreeze winds are the only thing that
let me smile
I can't thank You enough for
r
e
a
c
h
i
n
g
out
letting me hear the train whistle
imagine the cloth cubicles
even while I
blatantly ignore it
and keep walking
this long road
on my own
Stop handing me ~tickets~
I'm scared one day I'll take one
and board
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC
she sat in the corner and asks
g WHY am I always digging at the bottom of this red box
r n ' w'''
e i '''e ' '
a h ' e '' '
c c ' ' p'' ' ' '
h a ' ' i ' '
i e ' ' ' ' n ' '
n r ' ' ' ' g '
g ' ' '
Begging for understanding while the claws of misleading whispers are speaking sweet nothings, pretty as raw sugar. Which is the sweetener and which is the bitter black?
YELLING
out of frustration YELLING out of patience
out of disappointment YELLING out of ideas
but take me by the hand drape me across my bed post
use the other to pick me up GOD tell me to stop crying and
come home
Forgive me
I know sorry c doesn't always
u
t
it
WHY is it when I run to stains on the carpet You find me with even more force than the last. I never thought You were .........
such a clean freak
I hope You know
that I keep pushing
You into last weeks trash
but the trash has a certain aroma
[[[Corinthians 2:14]]]
sometimes Your Fabreeze winds are the only thing that
let me smile
I can't thank You enough for
r
e
a
c
h
i
n
g
out
letting me hear the train whistle
imagine the cloth cubicles
even while I
blatantly ignore it
and keep walking
this long road
on my own
Stop handing me ~tickets~
I'm scared one day I'll take one
and board
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