There’s always one thing
punishing the future
love and all its attention
has a way following Me.
I may ask a set of
tangled questions
trust that I notice
the weight in the answers
words become beauty marks
here on broken knees
to palms,
I mirror your expectations.
I know why
we have similar best friends,
they’re unconditional,
wanting nothing more
than to be by our sides.
We honestly don’t mind
a set of heavy commands
helping us guide
navigating the sharp corners.
In lock-step
our paths are interwoven
somehow connected
a thousand years by now.
I could crawl
while you run passed,
yet in the end
we’d get there
at the same time.
Heavy are the answers
to My simple questions
help Me color the world
in whatever shade works
We’d prefer the ugly truth
over some pretty lie.
Somewhere in your eyes
I’ve had a couple thoughts
I honestly don’t understand
why you ever left?
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