the lion and the turtledove. all things in moderation.
You spoke with the words that only i hear. a suggestion that if i keep praying the same prayer let it be 'oh God forgive my weakness of faith'. a quiet reminder that everything all is not right. as i laughed in the face of the promises i kept. and spit on the faces of those who took me back. but they just wipe it off and keep smiling. they'll always be smiling. but only because they're so sad they don't know what else to do. and i've come home but only to borrow an umbrella cause i heard it's going to rain. so i'll get it from the closet myself and grab a drink of water on the way out. forgetting that the very reason i stopped by was proof that when i happen to be thirsty the Lord will provide. and i stayed dry while everyone else got wet. but i wouldn't invite them beneath my shelter. saying to myself 'they should have seen this one coming'. it's their problem not mine till i forget where i'm going and end up in waist deep in the river. and as it's rushing me away i just keep screaming someone should have warned me. ignoring the fact that you're right behind me. and if i'd only turn around you'd gladly help me out. but i'm too busy feeling sorry for this mess of a body. until i finally come crawling out. my teeth covered in vinegar as i try to spit out some sorry apology as to why i thought it would be a good idea to go for a swim. but the second i look up from the ground You kiss me on my filthy mouth. and i don't think i can feel that vinegar now.