The Plea

I’m so used to
Being closed
Being the secret
No one knows
But brittle bones
Hope not to break
And I truly hope
For my sake
That you love me
I’m so used to
Being so cool
Laughing at alllll
The other fools
But spinach greens
Dream of fruit pie
And my last wish
For this night
Is that you love me
I’m so used to
Being the star
Just not caring
Where you are
But jagged stones
Desire precious jewels
I know I’m breaking
All the rules
Just love me
I’m so used to
Being alone
The pangs I feel
Come so strong
But the devil
Still loves the Savior
And from you
I need a favor
Please love me.