You can bet a heart in a game that you didn’t mean to play that way.

You can bet a life in a way that you didn’t want to end that way.

You can be addicted to the gamble of putting your heart on a sleeve that says can you see the Jesus in me he is inside?

I am jealous, like he is Jealous of your hearts, I want the hearts, I want the clock that ticks around my heart strings and moves them in a river of melodies undiscovered.

Did I say words that are not fitting in the conforming minds? Did I be myself too much to be the respected in your eyes?

Should I wear black or white and can both colours work together to bring truth?

I love too much to easily and it breaks my heart when I dance in ballerina shoes and get disconnected from the views of green pastures of soaking love, entwined in words and views and systems that don’t flow the way we do.