You wear a ‘cool’ t-shirt. I guess everyone should bow at your feet?
If you made a crown of thorns
and gave it to me as a gift,
Would you make it fit perfectly around my swollen head?
Because when I am with you, that is how I feel
glorious and swollen and full of rushes,
but yet even then I am anxious as to when the thorns will grow.
He doesn’t love you,
no matter how hard you cry.
Who does he love more,
when he can’t love himself?
