More random writing. Short stories and I have never got along. Enjoy!
Fill me up in your eyes lord. Show me passion unrelenting. Take me into your arms, into your heart. Leave be all that is left of my indescretions and bring me to you. For in your heart I am your child. A soul more wanting for your guidance. Let the blade pierce the softness of my wrist. Take me, let the light of the goddesses beauty fill the aching. Let him come to me. Make him take me into him as the air doth move. Let me infest his veins, let my poisons speak of love. Perhaps within his arms I am wholly made. Yours are the arms of that which is holy, but his are the arms meant to love me wholly. Make him see me for all that I am and not what I try to be. Allow me to be the child you see. Let him see me as the woman I've grown to be. Life's encyclopedia has yet to truly define me and I wish it would, I wish I could let the waves roll over my soul. Teach me love, patience, or teach me indifference. I wish to taste your divinity, to let my life believe. To believe in it. I am here to entertain you but does my suffering do that? Do the tears of blood that rinse my soul make you giddy? Cheerful even? Regretful am I for the day I came to being. Do you regret? Does he? Do his thoughts dwell on moments of freedom when the only one truly there was himself? You have made me for him but fear had led me astray. I was pressed from the mold of a fallen angel and he my redemption. what would I do if even he lost faith in all that I am? I would be a puppet at your will for no life of my choosing could match the one created for me by your hands. All I ask is for happiness and his love. Can you hear me?
Thanks for reading! All comments/criticism is greatly appreciated!! Have a nice day!!
Fill me up in your eyes lord. Show me passion unrelenting. Take me into your arms, into your heart. Leave be all that is left of my indescretions and bring me to you. For in your heart I am your child. A soul more wanting for your guidance. Let the blade pierce the softness of my wrist. Take me, let the light of the goddesses beauty fill the aching. Let him come to me. Make him take me into him as the air doth move. Let me infest his veins, let my poisons speak of love. Perhaps within his arms I am wholly made. Yours are the arms of that which is holy, but his are the arms meant to love me wholly. Make him see me for all that I am and not what I try to be. Allow me to be the child you see. Let him see me as the woman I've grown to be. Life's encyclopedia has yet to truly define me and I wish it would, I wish I could let the waves roll over my soul. Teach me love, patience, or teach me indifference. I wish to taste your divinity, to let my life believe. To believe in it. I am here to entertain you but does my suffering do that? Do the tears of blood that rinse my soul make you giddy? Cheerful even? Regretful am I for the day I came to being. Do you regret? Does he? Do his thoughts dwell on moments of freedom when the only one truly there was himself? You have made me for him but fear had led me astray. I was pressed from the mold of a fallen angel and he my redemption. what would I do if even he lost faith in all that I am? I would be a puppet at your will for no life of my choosing could match the one created for me by your hands. All I ask is for happiness and his love. Can you hear me?
Thanks for reading! All comments/criticism is greatly appreciated!! Have a nice day!!
