I am like a halo on your head,
glorifying your every step of the way,
as if you were dipped in honey,
sweetness in disguise,
smothered in gold,
rich in your lies,
but then again here I am holding you up,
as you milk every inside of me,
because you know I'm easy to give in,
and easy to let things go.

Sitting,
patiently,
obviously,
withering without seeing the great I AM in me.
the great things I could do if I were loving enough of myself too!