love's call
Love's call is left unanswered as I sit underneath a rainbow umbrella.The swirling colors cannot penetrate my heart so cold and black.
AND YET I DON'T WANT YOU BACK
Because of the colors of that rainbow I'm not dead. I know you don't care. Friend.
The promises attached to my morrow are filled with the color of God's love I am saved from the death of your love.
Piercing darkness, a cold blade of steel, you robbed me of me and yet I can forgive you still.
For to God be the glory and maybe one day you will be saved and have no bed in HELL.
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