and I’ll find you on a hill playing the harp. and I’ll beg you to sing for me
She waded in with the waves at her knees
But now she,
Is a thousand lies deep.
Perhaps you have convinced everyone else, but are yet to convince yourself.
“I wrote this a while ago… and the truth is we are nearly at 24.”
So that I can soon honour me
And all that I have become
And all that I am soon to be.
And no matter how much you want to escape them
You will never escape yourself.
Apologising for the sinful hands I clasp together
I ask Him.
The first poem on the Blog for 2018. I was silent but I was still telling you all something very important.