Aversion

Each piece you read is a piece of me. My style changes with my mind and my words might bite but can't always rhyme. And I find magic in the aftermath of being tongue twisted and tied.

I've learned the way to bend these days more often than I break

And I've come crashing into passion, and I'm still jaded from mistakes -

And I'm not proud but I drew a crowd for slapping Satan in the face.

I think it's still called, His second fall-

And I'm best kept in His Amazing Grace.

I'm still most shameful of the sinners but I'm not ashamed to say, that paper, pens and saw dust winters - they put my pieces into place.