Silly, silly Sarah...
who can you really trust these days?
Ideas of devotion and respect are old fashioned it seems.
I want them to be resurrected, in a man.
A man who probably doesn't exist.
Criteria (warning utter shallowness lies ahead):
I want a boy with high top shoes
to sing me the black top blues
to ride up on a shiny fixed gear
and whisper sweet lyrics in my ear
bright eyes
the first day of my life
or something more surreal
he'll stroke his scruff
and show off his tough
I heart mom tattoo
But really...
I know what I want... not what I need. Not what GOD has in store for me. Somedays I honestly wonder if I'll figure it out when I'm old and grey, and a sexy man with a cane will walk by and I'll finally know love. His (God's) time is different than mine. That's for sure. I need to stop filling my emptiness with that physicality. But words and melodies just make me wish I had someone to hold.
CURRENTLY LISTENING:
Plushgun- Just Impolite
Friday night became so lonely,
When you came to make a break,
That seemed to take all day to make me angry 'cause I
Like you, maybe I'm just Like You
Holding on to something that we know we can not hold
or fold it seems it seems we just can't forget
Are you frightened, by perfection?
Is this who you are, not who you want to be,
I walk the line like Johnny Cash
I made the bus in seconds flat
I called your line too many times
I'm not obsessed, just impolite.
Sunday came and went so quickly
now you say you want me back
you will hold on, despite my cons,
it seems we're meant to hate it!
Being so dependent.
But it seems we can believe that we're two peas in this pod
we call New York, gets so lonesome.
Are you frightened, by neglection?
Am I who you want to see yourself to be?
I walk the line like Johnny Cash
I made the bus in seconds flat
I called your line too many times
I'm not obsessed, just impolite
You're stuck on me, you don't know why
Can't leave me anytime you try
They say that everybody cries
so don't think twice 'cause it's alright.
Stay here,
touching you, touching the light in your eyes
that keeps coming back
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I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass...
I find that when I trust God with the things I want, He provides things better than my wildest dreams. This hasn't happened with a girl yet, but it has in other ways.
Don't lose hope. God's got big things in store. Jer. 29.11