Plans carefully laced
Like a drink handled
That flew out of your lips like a song
Expected to be followed
But someone, something
In some type of way
Decided to spike up my comfortable life
I am high. I am swirling and whirling
Questions my abilities, my vulnerabilities
Spilling out, no matter how I plaster my hands on the holes of my heart
My song stops abruptly,
I collaspe in the middle of the silence
My tears is now the interlude.
When my hangover arrives I look up
And Jesus scoops me in His arms,
I hesistate but I slowly nestle there,
Whispering in his ear to play me a different song.
He shakes my head, and before I start to pout
Melodies from my original song overflows my eyes
The beauty of the unplanned comes into view
My weaknesses, my flaws, look like a princess
A little princess that I must embrace
In order to be whole again.