hazy morning beams,
refractions through lapping waves
brighten the blue depths

A princess to be,
No one yet to see,
The witch has kept me high,
Where no one can reach even if they try,
Living and learning the world through books,
The witch has cast me with good looks,
Up high in the tower is where I reside,
Waiting for a rescuer to come by my side,
With locks of hair braided tight,
I know my prince is out of sight,
Soon I shall be free from this dreadful lonely place,
Where I have been kept like a prisoner in a tall case,
Today I saw a handsome guy on a white horse,
Dressed like a prince wearing a holy cross,
Our eyes met but he could not reach me,
He assured that he will come back for me,
I let my hair down and up came my dream,
Took me away while the witch cried with scream,
Locked up high she lives in the lonely tower,
Without any sorcery without any power...


©sim

No stranger to brokenness,
Outward or within.
No foreigner to our damages,
Or any type of sin.
He rubbed shoulders with the beggar,
And broke bread with the lame.
The harlot and the tax collector,
He loves them all the same.
So when you think you’ve gone too far,
Cast your eyes on them.
And know the life of Christ, our God,
Who was poured out for all men.
Don’t listen to the enemy.
Whatever he may say,
And know whenever God saves “them,”
Well, we are those “they.”

a new boy told me i was beautiful as his eyes traced my body
i cringed at the words because his tongue didn't wrap them the way yours would

a new boy grinned at me when i approached as he spoke hello
i barely managed to smile back because his eyes didn't light up in the way yours would

a new boy hit my phone up trying talk about anything
i left it unopened because his conversation felt forced and he didn't speak the way you would  

any new boy could be good, this is true
but here i am uninterested
because they just aren't you

s.s