Flesh
I used to
Want
Our sky
Painted black
Mama said,
"Be careful what you wish for".
She worn't no lie.
I used to want
My sky
Painted black
Now I can't see.
That there ain't no lie.
God of "my"
Sky
Light my way.
Look through your eyes.
I lie.
Copyright © Timothy Carter | Year Posted 2016
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