Uncertainty.

Didn’t you make us this way?

Inverted eye contact when you sneak a peak, thinking I wouldn’t notice your pink cheeks.

Stirring emotions of uncertaintity, what if I get hurt letting you in.

Tried to kneel and confess my sins, repent but egotistical anxiety going round like death, not life.

Remembering we are not all born to be nice.

I look and remember life can be like the flip of a card, depending on wether to stick, fold, or higher your price.

Consequently each of us has a new day if we are lucky enough.

Try to keep the extra garbage on the ground, just make sure you addressed it, as even burt ashes get to float around.

In the dark they say the devil lurks aroumf; so we can feel to sin, God to open our eyes and ears rather than gripping onto Grim.

Only burning the midnight oil and working by day will have you wishing you hadn’t stayed.

Never have I witnessed a sunrise as this, like a pink rose the colour of your lips.