I wait on wings
With borrow time
Every flap
Out of line

I dance on oceans
Made of glass
Every step
To make time pass

I breathe in air
Of yesterdays
And sing the songs
No one prays

Somewhere deep inside of my deceitful heart,
Is a belief of one right woman; one right man.

So why can't I make this beating apparatus understand?

Your time will come.
When it does,
He won't treat you like a one night stand.

He'll hold you softly with sweet respect.
He won't be thinking about what he can steal from you next.
With every pulse of love, he'll guard you.
He'll make you forget the ones that scarred you.
You wont know when you've met him by the beats that you skip.
You'll know by the beginning of a strong sense of friendship.

He'll be chasing God's heart.
Just as David was so graciously accused;
And you, oh heart, must be so lost in Jesus

You'll barely notice being pursued.


Waiting isn't forever; you weren't meant to flatline.
But if you can't be quiet, deceitful heart of mine...
You'll focus on the wrong things; you'll be destructive to yourself.

So while we wait,
*Go sit upon that shelf.

I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least.
I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears.
I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams.
I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind.
I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.