You Don’t Know About PJ
Because love was constructed
I felt so abducted
Robbed from my freedom
Who the hell can succeed Him?
“Me,” He said, “I Am.”
He said, “Take my hand.”
And just like that
My feet leave the mat
Deep down I don’t know what to do
But doesn’t that make me just like you?
Trust is a mold that decays your heart
And mine is expired, falling apart
Am I in heaven or is this the wrong cloud?
Am I wearing this smile or am I just proud?
Salted my bones with preservation
I think I’m liking this sensation
Sessions with my best friend,
Don’t even know his name
Confusing him with crucifixion,
He’s really lit a flame
Stir the pot of uncertain knots
Never trip again
Found the solution, full of confusion
I don’t feel the pain
Waking up but my dream continues
I sure hope He lights a flame within you
This man of holy water
Has brought the lamb to slaughter
Hey Aloe? Are you sure you're posting these all in the right forum?
I chose the topics specifically. This is just one piece to a whole puzzle
I… I'm getting the pieces together…
Okay so this piece is basically that on December 24, 2016, aka Christmas eve, PJ ( a priest, name unknown to the writer) and the Writer of the poem start a DnD session, and over time, the writer begins to trust PJ without knowing his name. Eventually, disaster strikes (aka PJ broke the writer's trust) and the writer wonders if he was just deceiving her from the beginning and if he was even her friend to begin with.
Correct me if I'm wrong
You're on the right track with the subject of a priest.
You're on the right track with the subject of a priest.
Anything else I got right?
This is only one piece of the puzzle. There's much more to this story that will become more clear as you piece together the picture.
The priest is the closest you got. PJ isn't a priest, and there is no dungeons and dragons game. The topic I posted this to is still relevant, but not quite in that way.
