Heirloom
Spilled on the floor
Crying for
The Son, the One, and the Dove
With light beam out
In my hand shots
of whiskey and vodka my derision
Now asking for gifts?
It is all good
Calling to the unknown
I have always
Been the unsaved stone
We danced through the night
I asking for my side
Then came the downpour
A lot like hell and the crazy train
Hitting that the same time
then inflicted self wounds
Now I know why Catholics
prefer asking for favors
behind the Confession
and Secret curtains
Time measure in the saints
dead body full of roses
My love did leave then came the
pill, whiskey, lust I am naming my churches
My heart stolen still I can't name the thieve
Beautiful rose of forgiveness and a kiss
No!
My heart is snared
On my mind a ton of weighted
In a scorn moment,
I saw past reflection
My heirloom
Adan7777
