To My Husband in There

Written By Shayla D. Smith

Your eyes look different lately,
Like a Universe.
That's why I thought you where on drugs,
Because they look Broad and Deep.
You create Heaven Tomorrow,
And it is my job to carry you there.
Battered and Brused,
You don't know what you have done.

I don't know what I've married,
I must forgive those who have died.
Because I feel my Yesterday is Tomorrow,
At least for You,
And I don't want to cry.

So, here is your suffering
I got it right here.
It is these words
 I can hear you
And it is your time to rise.
You payed for you.
Now, I don't want to die.
Because tomorrow was Hardening
And I saw it First

I gave you a Warning
And you heeded twice.
Now, You'll be Widow's Tomorrow.
With nothing , but crosses to burn,
And I know you are laughing
You are funny.
I know,
But I'm just about to let you die.
If you don't fix it.

I know it sounds shallow.
I know how they Show,
So, forgive Me for being your Jesus,
And just let it GO!

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