Poetry · Writing

God’s Plan

You belong with me

facing the lines

the lines we feed.

You collapse in threes

let the doors collide

you’re wasted and fine.

You confide in me

bruised and left weak

shaped by His hand.

You belong to me

you’re no fiend

crossing the line.

The sing on your hand

with your hand

I’ll wave the sign.

Of your hand.

 

One thought on “God’s Plan

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s