It was a Tuesday afternoon
The sun was hidden, but not the moon
Shone bright through the grey sky
Made me wonder why it was necessary to die
Can’t help but think of love
It must be from heaven above
I’ve never known such a thing
To purify, comfort, and sting
Your love can hurt
It makes me questions its worth
As soon as I turn from your graces I cry
My heart aches a familiar ping.
Like a steaming hot bath, I let go of my fears, my guilt, my doubt. Gave it all away for a love forgiving and pure.
Then I woke up. Was naked and cold. Water had drained. Steam now just meant dampness.
I woke up to a terrible reality, and everytime I close my eyes I can go back home.
Living with my eyes closed.