The night after the poetry slam, Friday night, I was laying in bed and thinking about all of you.
And my heart was aching a lot a bit.
And it was aching because you hate God.
So I decided to write a poem for you all.
But when I finished it, just right when I put a period to finish the last line of the last paragraph,
My phone died, and with it my attempt to bring you all to love God again.
This poem that I wrote for you, it would have made you believe in God again, I swear.
But maybe it was deleted because I can't be the one to bring you to Him again,
You have to do it yourself.
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ReplyDeleteIt's the thought that counts.
Well....thanks for trying.
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