I wear these untruthful accessories
So you don't get sick of me
..or worse..
angry..
When you ought to be proud.
From the honest, patient seed
You will see
a blooming King
Finally breathing with faith

Stars that shine red make me scared to get out of bed
Fearful of all the wrong things I will do
But so are you
Scared of truth.

All I can do

is

try to keep you
in love with me.