does god hear us when we lie?
he can’t keep everyone happy
so does he blame us if we try?
why does he always test us so
do we only sigh when we’re tired
does anybody really know?
can a soul find peace on earth -
if it doesn’t find love first?
who’s left to find at fault
when the tribulations and trials adjourn
the ghosts of memories last wrapped in a list of regret -
the only pain which begets no gain
the only dirt which won’t wash away with rain
as we fill ourselves with the only liquid we’ll never drain
stuck inside the longest dream we’ve ever slept through
re-thinking every door we’ve ever stepped through
it may have been my will to be loved by you
i’m still not man enough to admit i never let you
still not your fault - there was just more lust to get through.
i chase the truth - i’m still unsure
was i in it for the love?
was my heart pure?
what was it that made you love me then?
my innocence? maybe my indifference.
here i sit flipping through photographs
i know you can picture this -
us, on another day
tell me you’ll never go away
i look in your eyes, then away.
imagining a bed - where i’d lay alone
beside a pile of letters i never sent
filled with thoughts i never said.
He heard them all along
maybe He knew they’d fit somewhere else -
in a love poem to another.
