Late To the Party
It’s the end of the world
As we lay and dream with
Twinkling stars above.
Can we count all the love?
Steamrolling each other
In the grass?
Take me for a fool
Cuz I am
But a mean man never made me laugh.
The wounded heart crying for Mercy.
Jesus helps us all, such heresy.
Just think:
You could be someone else’s unicorn.
So why so forlorn?
You will never win them all.
But those you will
Will carry you to heaven
In a box
You did not decide upon.
And that’s okay, cuz,
It’s your birthday.
Look at you
All dolled-up and pearled
For the end of the world.
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