The shell that was about
to crack open right
next to the burning
hot lava.
As if lies meant nothing
but a burden of cries and sufferings.
But Lord knows my time is limited
and that my sins have been considered
as well as my lies that have been realized.
But.. in the end..
He still calls on me
and smiles a stretch of pride.
"My daughter..." He constantly calls.
"Be the sweet one, o' child of innocence
and an iris of sacred faith. I know that
I believe in you..." He finishes.
I cry myself to sleep at night
to know He's watching.
To know He is there.
To know
He knows
that I am no saint.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
