to the god that I have not met yet
my heart beats harder than you could ever allow.
would you still allow me to say grace
while her name dances on the tip of my tongue
or with her lipstick staining my lips
I don't even know who you are yet
but I know who she is
god, will you let me love her?
my palms sweat
not just when your eyes watch over our every move
they tremble when her fingers interlock with mine
why are you always watching?
why are you the one trying to hide?
I know that you are waiting
for my repent; to turn around and change,
but God, if you are the one that made me,
then you know damn well that I will not go back---
who I am is here to stay.
she holds my hand in prayer
as I wash out your name,
with someone that will love me more.