God’s Love is True

Your Love is quite fremd;it places me at sixes and sevens

It is of such a great rarity; 

there is none of its kind.

Too beautiful;

it can’t be left unappreciated.

Intensely capitivating;

one can’t help but be awed.

Your Love is love in it’s truest form.
It is one helluva of an honour 

to be under the grace of such.

On Truth

Never get so used to a lie that it begins to become your truth, in such a way that even when the truth presents itself clearly,  you are still quite blinded, or rather, imprisoned by that lie you are unwilling to let go. This could probably be because you can’t imagine how your life would be without that lie in your life- a lie you’ve gotten extremely accustomed to, to forfeit easily. 

But really, no lie is worth living. The truth, no matter how unfriendly,  no matter how late it decides to surface,  is actually what you need in your life, to live as you should. Embrace truth and let it set you free from the lie you’ve been imprisoned. 

Yesterday’s Mess

There was a heart once nesh,

now it’s all marble, no feels,

nestled in a concave of apathy.
In it lies yesterday’s mess,

in such a profusion quite blinding,

and with great pains, quite killing.
Certain sad pasts have caused a pestilence,

afflicting the mind and being with void,

an emptiness that doesn’t want to be filled at all.
Shattered heart of yesterday,

please think about today,

and realise the blessings you keep pushing away.