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...