Watercolors drip down the white wall you’ve built between us
(at least you cared enough to make it beautiful)
And I only hope my cadence scribbled in Crayola will find it’s way to you.
Tag: johnson
if god were a man
If God were a man
He would look just like you
Except something tells me not even he could be as handsome.
But, if he dare be,
I’d start to pray again
With your name on the knuckles of my folded hands.
