Lors Dilouley

Oh, what would i say to you now?

i could talk, but i think your smile and
those knowing, glimmering eyes would shut me up.
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Oh to hear what you want, to know how your soul feels -
upon someone else's brow to rest my own -
my hopes and dreams, my frustrations, my longings and passions,
my stumblings, my insecurities, my heart...
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The air is balmy down here.
Even at this place I am unwise.
I thought I knew
I thought I heard
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say my name once more
just let that sweet melodious syrup drip off your lips.
you look stunning when you've just awakened
hair uncombed and untamed.
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I like to be gentle
more than boisterous.
But i find myself spouting,
shouting
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So please don't cry
Cause every tear that falls
Is a melancholy melody in my heart.
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You are jealous
for my affections, for my time, for my thoughts, for my love
but You have it. don't You know?
I have already committed to You.
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it's hard without his touch
when he loves me so much
and i don't know why
makes me laugh and sigh.
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Spies the lies of fools.
Can't see past her own fingertips.
but why does she cry?
inspired, but tired.
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i beseech you
to shout for me
please sing for me
for my voice is strained and my wings are clipped
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ring around the rosie.
you hand me the posies.
do i look grateful?
as if you would take note.
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i heard the Lord tell me:

'your ministry will break you.
that which I called you to do will make you hurt.
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i read your lies.
they seep through my skin straight into my heart
and make me angry.
why do you use such flowery words when
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Come awake.
Burdens lay on either side of the road
Abandoned, as if something more important
was happening.
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i thought he was silly
and shifty and small.
not worth the effort,
too skinny, too tall.
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I throw myself down at Your feet.
So weary, beaten down,
and I am in despair.
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I err and I err.
And stumble over myself and fall down
allowing myself to cross the line
and live selfishly.
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you write and then me.
we play each other back and forth
with our banter
and no one quite knows
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My tongue is a fire
not just with words of anger
but with flowery ones too
words that you want to hear
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