World…

Poetry on a Sunday morning feels good. Sharing love is a top priority for me. I need to increase my bravery and discount dissenting views, better. Any arguments there are in direct violation of being Christian.
I hope for forgiveness. I plead my case to nobody cause I’d rather hear nothing at all than hear a bunch of tabloid headlines accusing me of chasing women, I’m afraid to look at.

Forcing me to confess will have ya hearing how much I dream of, and want to love individuals I can’t see, cannot hear or make believe hard enough into reality. I run scared too often, I know.

I dream of a supple hand to hold and the amount of blistering rebuke I get to that makes me cold. Tell her, her and her that’s what I said!
I bop my head to beats that speak life into loving and nothing sinister. Make loving a priority, follow He who carries the cross and stay away if all you want to do is dam an honest effort to flatter.

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