God

By: DrippingTime



for your forgiveness

my pain

and for the time

i remain

broken

a slave for you

shaking

and passing through

this life

and the next


won't you help me to sit still?

i do what i want

and when i do i will

complicate the simple things

like a trying bird

on broken wings


they seem like such a waste of time

but oh, these days are mine

GODSURVI
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