something i wrote a while back, but i still like it...
My life is the blues printed on these lips:
Blueprints of ships sailing the same old storm
Seeking the shores of unknown destinies.
I have a propensity for memories of mysteries
Mingled with melancholy history,
A heart bound in a love that propels its own glory;
This love is a story that writes its own words--
Though I don’t know where it’s going.
Through the years I have found
This heart ain’t completely mine
Though I find traces of myself
I collect evidence of divine providence
As proof that love is aloof
And I can’t seem to find a place to rest within myself
So I see that God is nothing
But this experience of living in reverence
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