consumed with your loneliness
and your dastardly venomous looks
dresses
eye-liner
smoke in the room
laughter and pulsating music
inch by inch you try to creep into my heart
shooting that one look, the glare of seduction and reprisal affection
and nothing in my head is louder than the voice that says, "RUN"

I am violently roaring inside
so I lean my head back and slide my posture to the furthest ends of untouchable
as to show the most impenetrable, courageous retreat in the world.

the ingredients for time bombs and nuclear holocaust were all there
ready
fused
lit
and that life was stripped away for a reason
and God saved the day over and over again

"yeah she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me..."
it seems as though that's a common theme in my life↑
(even if sometimes she is a good girl and loves Jesus)

➤➤➤➤➤God's time, not mine - something to always remember.