I braved the elements for you
Chill and loneliness barefoot
Shoulders faint, but unafraid
Shield extended to cover you
Hunter and warrior I’ve been
Provider, defender I’ll be
Our roles reversed
Sacrificing me
You self-destructed a time ago
Your supernova has felled thee
Pretend you’ve a past together
For we’re all made of the exact same starlight stuff
We share an ilk
We each have hopes
Pretend that time stood still on your best schoolday
That you mean to steal a kiss before the bus departs
That Summer is on the horizon
All is right and you can do no wrong
A resounding “Atta Girl!”
He proclaimed today
Looking East from the mountains
He saw I’d be okay
In his Rocky Mountain drawl
He quothed from afar
Calling out to let me know
He saw a still rock star
Original Thought Credit: “So What” A song by Pink
You loved him perfect
You protected his sorrow
You kept your bed pure
God, I see You’ve been meddling in this from the start
Your majestic way
We two called upon You
We petitioned for Your peace
You answered with our miracle, praise!
Then how did his eyes stray?
Must he stroll away?
I still stand before You and my brother here
To confess the universe is wildly unpredictable, but this:
You granted love’s grace to us; and,
I do trust in You
I found you are brave
Sugar, I know your heart’s strong
I need your feet swift
Too much stuff
You carry and keep too much stuffed inside you
This time around, I won’t carry it with you, love, I won’t!
I’ve a race car for heels, a skyrocketing soul
A heart built to withstand the truth
Hold on tight, study me, I have been set free
By my own hand — I’ve been set free!
Free to not compete with your garbage or ghosts or girlfriends
I thank God I know to no longer be content to clean your kitchen
This time around, I want your body and soul, stripped and ready
Willing to expunge the demons
Be condition-free, and the highest bidder is me
Baggage be for yesteryear
We’re older now, with fire-proof feet
Only sheer-will and brass goggles we’ll need
Take my hand, I’m leaving now, before the excuses become too loud again
I see noise in your heart spilling onto your counters
Yet life, you keep in your closet
Let it go
Let me closer
I’m leaving now
These shoes fit me painfully perfect, I’ve learned
So I walk in them willingly
The right height for to carry me
I keep watch above the clouds and toes tied to Mother Earth
My spirit bird, a Phoenix
Mythical and real
Charred from technicolor determination
To fly at all times toward the truth
To flit back and forth from fire to firmament
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