Dip your bread in your wine to wash away your sin
All I ever worked for was my sisters dreams to win
one minute you're a scholar
the next you're a Mook
"looks like someone's off the hook!"
as much as you want to baby
as much as you need
"stop trying to find yourself in weed"
I thought I felt your heartbeat as I lay down to sleep
but it was just a memory
I didn't think it could have caused
such treachery
Lost the child to the static
found its dreams in the back of the attic
I wish someone would have told me loyalty comes with penalties
I don't ever plan on being set free
lost your soul swimming on my sea
can you find in your heart
to ever forgive me?
We fight for things unseen
like broken knuckles and sinners on their knees
I'd die to prove I love you
but suffering loves vanity
I'd kill for you but hope loves suffering and the best I've got are shadows in a closet full of old memories
Dip my bread
in my wine
to wash away my sin
and keep praying to God
that love is enough
to forgive.
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The Silent Ones
Non-FictionA collection of poems and words about my life. About life itself. About humanity
