the product of thinking too long & hard
brings about the recollections
that once broke my heart
I can imagine so clearly
your eyes, face, and lips
soothing... with that look of pure adoration
it still kills me that you've pushed me so far
disbelieving when you're really deep down believing
it's the hope I unwillingly still cling on to
secretly waiting even after hearing your voice of "NO"
maybe it's attachment, I don't really know
but you've moved me in a way
where I can never return home
with you in the room
I would never even know
the wasted hours of the world
intertwining through our lives
to you it's a burden
you've dropped, kicked, and burned
to me, well
it'd bring joy in my life
but my Father, the author & protector of my life
tells me "Daughter, let go, it's time to move on"
and with that reminder
I shrug it all off
to look to the one who always knows better
for what I have planned is amazingly miniscule
compared to His, which is beyond & unconditional
