Our trap was built
From solid oak
Crafted out of guilt
From words we spoke
One spun questions,
The other answered.
Ignoring all suggestions
Our love was transferred
We saw it was too early
We thought we could wait
We could make it, surely!
We reached and took the bait.
Strapped to an anvil
Sinking in our greed
Bound to fall downhill
With nothing to impede
And that's when it all was said
I figured time couldn't hold
The emotions kept in your head
I had little hope they'd be controlled.
I am slightly disappointed
Flattered all the same
But my thoughts are now disjointed
This thing we play is not a game.
It's no longer a matter of love
It's becoming more of faith
Why would we want to be shoved
Towards something that doesn't require wait?
If our future remains in time's hold
Then who are we to say
That our emotions should control
This game of love we play?
I'm not trying to condemn you
My only hope is you'd understand
Why my emotions can't be viewed,
Until I feel I can give my hand.
Will you please take this writing
As my attempt of informing you
That my heart will remain fighting
Until God informs me what to do.
