Drops of crimson
from the crown fade
onto the lace of my tears
out of mercy for me
Confused in contemplation
I cry and am stained
by the crimson from a stripped rose
as it blushes my cheek.
Who am I that you bow so I may stand?
When all I can do right now is fall?
Your mercy entwined in the lace that adorns my skin
Who am I at all?
1 comment:
hey jesus!!!!!
you're the man.
this is seriously awesome
im gonna facebook quote it
ya jerk :)
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