They probably won't respond...
My friends, I mean.
Some are asleep, others have enough in their lives to deal with
So I guess it's just You and me
You and me again, God
Here we are, strengthening a relationship that You've never walked away from
Here I am, in need of someone to hold my heart
I think it's broken again
And my prayer life is suffering cause I don't exactly know what to pray for anymore
So read my tears, cause they sting with the rawness of sincerity
Read my prayers to me, the ones that roll down my cheeks
Because the language of my mouth fails me once again
Let's hold hands
My pulse abridged with Yours
The way it ought to be
And when my friends need me
They'll have to wait until after You've read my prayers to me
Read them back as testimonies
Let's put each other first
Cause when it comes down to it
You're all I really have
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in Bold Ink
PoetryDuring these teen years, I am at the door way between childhood and adulthood. As I take these baby steps, I don't ever want to leave behind pieces of me that I'm discovering, nor should I ever leave behind who I must always be. As I close the door...
