The light you had from him
Suddenly dims
Everything he says brings you close to the brim
Being with Tim
Is like dealing a child's whim
You couldn't even fathom where to begin
His smile, his voice, his eyes, his mere presence leads you to grim
If only you could cut his limb
Are you too mean?
Or shall we count up all his sin
Maybe it will less sting
You shouldn't stop hating Tim
For he wants you to be proper and prim
Yet look at him
The very definition of a trash within
Guard your heart from those that only love u in the shallow end when you're all made up, and out w/ friends. You were made for more satisfying the eyes and momentary affections of those passing by. Your Maker has set a glorious depth in you: filled w/ Purpose, Intentions, Grace and Truth and 2 Love u they must Love him first. Far beyond the shallow end.
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