Lightning Strikes in the Oddest Places
by Riley
draw back your lightning bolt I wish not that for my honesty I will have sinned do not see me as a sinner yet I have sinned and for this sin I will pay a price my dearest sacrifice to give Address the clouds in heaven that heaven that scarce exists and pray to them they may forgive that sin which I have sinned my honesty I cannot retrieve the words have been spoken and no treasure can be awarded for its revival and so I sit in torture watching the clouds darken I know the rain is coming I hear your thunderous cries but all the while I ignore them hoping you pass me by But no good deed goes unpunished no sin goes unrewarded but you sit you watch and grow with fire and now rain you pour upon my heart beating in rhythm to its already fragile wounds not wounds you created but wounds that bloomed and now you shall physically end that agony and I promise I will not fight so begin that which you have saved your lightning shall not go unused But I will not be brave for I shall miss the smell of the air and the way the light used to bounce off everything that was unfortunate enough to feel that lighted wrath and I will miss your refreshing raindrops that flowed upon my skin Never failing to keep me cool In the heated sun above So goodbye my greatest pain that which I loved forever and even though you hurt me now I have sinned in every endeavor |
