Before my belly can be full of hope or happy meals be blessed or digested, before the table is set or plated plates placed at each chair with legs sturdy and safe, The doors must be open lest windows be broken so hearts can be open - with Faith, the foundation is as sure as the floor, we need not be seated to Believe what we Sow .... To gather, to break bread , to make fam and get fed - Before the walls can keep a house warm, A Cross must be made, not by feet but with Sworn promises we keep... We throw spaghetti to the Walls and the sauce stains the paint and stuck Pasta grains
Consecrate our Sacred fate - we build the Altar which every breath forth need to honor - with these Questions and Tests of What Meatloaf really said best - "I would do anything for Love but I wouldn't do that"
Lawrence promised me a John and Benjamin in just one call , the date placed in gest of regret, in hopes of forgetting the messy ill expressed Desire to be Tried instead of Inquired Willingness to Provider in Dire Need of Holy matrimony Higher devoutness and riches supreme, the hunger of We , The Trust of us Between Our Lust , nothing yet but a little lost sleep Please take me To be your
PIECE
Bbc lover and forever under your thumb sucker and roomie and leech and the list goes on just come home and sleep and
