Masterpiece
my legs swinging easily over the branch of this weeping willow tree, the place where my last
masterpiece will be, i think of my life and how hollow its been even true love couldn't work
its way in. Any love that was received was washed away by my sinful deeds. To paint to, to
enjoy life, to enjoy a cool winter breeze, i find myself forever hateful of these God given
things. I sit upon this branch pondering life and wondering why God gave me such a life, I
love thee God so please forgive me, of these hateful thoughts of these terror filled dreams
please allow me to walk with thee thru the pasters so green for i cant stop myself form this
one last sinful, selfish deed. I caress the rope so fondly as what i think as my sweetest lover.
The feel of it upon my neck tied to the tree forever will this be my greatest masterpiece.
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