late night poetry

a sliced moon

a sacred space

up in space

starts surround

galaxies envelope

a creator is present

up there

and down here

he cares for

me.

he loves

me

his story includes

me

how can he love

me

how could he suffer for

me

I hate his creation

me

I hurt his creation

me

I am selfish

its all about

me

change a heart

me

but God.

yes its cheesy

of course its cliche

but true right?

take me home

you

may i

die to myself

because only

you

 

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