I held something innocent once little angels in white dresses with gold harps.
Wings white as snow with so much force my the wind they could blow.
Never could grip them really tight fireflies drifting through silent nights.
The sweetest sounds of amazing grace falling upon ears of someone needing mercy.
I have so many choices multiple questions, and I keep managing to choose the wrong one.
Something surely is wrong with me, the indecency of mistakes are the things I am calling blessings.
The innocence I possessed is now gone, and I refuse to fix my tongue with unintentional decisions.
Weeping thoughts before dawn, I can’t run from the lies I told.
When I stand before him and await my judgement I will have to own the fact that I wasn’t worth it.-HonestlyFrank