Lost Lust
Megan Jones
Out of the shadows and all is new, The hope of never heart - breaking in silence when the dark comes crashing through is present. The early morning of God’s lit rays are just paths the Queens would feel when the love is unspoken. New meaning - please forgive what is spoken, with a smile stone cold. Shed the tears of Jesus’s pain, but in time, fills the empty. Lust Inhale The hells will charm - will feel unharmed. Rise and shine again for ascendancy. To put faith on an interstate and never retreat. Love Breath Before we are justified in the eyes of faith alone, echoed in the wells, thank those birds who have suffered more than one would understand. Don’t be so hung up on the pity that treats one like a stranger, but rather seek a soul to sympathize the restless pain. Shatter the pieces until they are blown away and control is abandoned to the earthly meadows. When the mind tells its right, but kills the need for lust, some days are fragile and some will follow. Souls are like paper hidden behind timeless smiles for one may reach out its hand to me. Then there was you when I woke from my slumber, the care withdrawn and concealed by God. Try not to stare at the obvious browning affection for you are lost in the lust and feel a little less alone.
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