I keep having these dreams. They are of Old Me.
She dominates. She runs her relationships according to her insecurities.
She yells at the man who loves her, for no real reason. Then
She corners him into a kiss.
These dreams are mixed with New Me. She has not learnt it seems.
A man she knows from present days fall prey to her designs. He is helpless.
She is scared to death of losing him, so she plays games with his heart.
He cannot get enough of her.
She has not learnt it seems. That is most annoying.
She has not learnt it seems.
I hate these dreams. They are of the Old Me.
She has died. She no longer dominates but exercises restraint.
She waits for the man she loves to initiate instead of pushing him to be more, do more.
She has expectations that are realistic, God-honouring and optimistic.
Then, finally
He corners her into embrace.
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