Writings of a Sinner

For all sin and fall short of the glory of God

Category: Floodgates

Floodgates 3

I’ll sing to you in color, but you listen to me in black and white.
Slip in and out of my consciousness like a dream half remembered.
You are not my ship to steer, nor my furnace to keep warm.

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Flood Gates 2

Do they know that I would do absolutely anything for them?

I would lose the most precious hours of sleep.

Give my last dollar on their single whim.

The best part is that my care level is not affected by theirs.

They could walk all over me.

Here let me lay down for you.

Maybe it’s because I know what it’s like to be without friends.

Never again.

Floodgates

I see all these fantastic people and just assume they won’t like me.
Why would they.
It would probably be a disservice to bother them with conversation.
Wouldn’t want to ruin their day.

We’re always counting down time until it’s slipping through our fingers.
Hurry up, almost there… Fuck! It’s gone!

I thought I’d become stagnant.
Thought I stopped growing.
But I think I was wrong.
I think I can finally drink my tea without honey.

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