What the taupe has taken
We spend day after day examining
Seeking some rose-gold undertones
Finding only frayed edges
Tarnished brass rings
Muted seasonless neutrals, at best
Calling all consultants
Fashionistas and friends
Feel in our stead
Cheerlead our heads
Bring in the gloss
Repurpose the lost
I opened the door
My wishing is small white lies
Brutalizing me
Bible in a pile
Way back there, in the backseat
By balloons -prey tell?
Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain
Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?
Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?
Let’s dream far too big
Of a dreamy-type of love
To fit us misfits
Black diamond, I’m afraid
The day draws near
You’ll allay alone
You scare them so
They’ll ask, aroused
They’ll linger, then loiter
Then, taunted by some ego
They’ll tumble
You found them
You called them
Out
I promise myself
A rolled-out barrel of fun
And a rose garden
Words I will not speak
Questions I can’t utter
Answers you know and forever owe
To my eyes
I cannot live without you, ’tis true
Did you hear the clover cry all those thousand miles?
This, you promised, our story
You, the damnedest liar!
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