This morning You
were thought number two
I opened my view
along with that picture of you
I'm weary, so I'm glad my thoughts are few
...but they're
complicated
An open door
asks if I'm thinking
I don't want to admit it; I
...want to
stop
So I close the door
On those beautiful chapters two
in hopes of gaining you
I realize now it was a grand hope too. Too
Much
to pray for.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
This morning You
were thought number two
I opened my view
along with that picture of you
I'm weary, so I'm glad my thoughts are few
...but they're
complicated
An open door
asks if I'm thinking
I don't want to admit it; I
...want to
stop
So I close the door
On those beautiful chapters two
in hopes of gaining you
I realize now it was a grand hope too. Too
Much
to pray for.
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