Hanging on to broken promises by a thread, hoping one day we would see eye to eye again.
Insanely curious as to why delusion shot to my head like a narcotic, and my heart rebelliously fell for a thief, a robber, with the intentions of helping me, to only hurt me. Stealing my heart, and mishandling it as if it were worthless as hay and stubble, and then…I remembered, your very words.
“I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.” I’ve overdosed I’ve gotten so high off of your broken promises everything else is permissible, and it’s not fair, I’ve been opened up to involuntary pain, and suffering, and now, … now it’s time to trade in my anger towards you, for the prince of peace. I don’t have to worry anymore about the time, because my father is the author, and the finisher, the beginning and the ending, time is in his hands, and I will trust him. His promises will fail me not, I’m positive and so sure.
See the problem is I’ve gone astray and was close to the fence and as my Shepard it’s time for him to pull me in again.
iPromise, and I vow to never let “temporary” interfere between eternity.