Where It Belongs

Shove this welcome bullet into the exact slot of my brain
where it belongs.
Take apart my my mental image and destroy my life only to find
where it belongs.

The courtyard of our church seems like such an innocent place my dear.
Make-outs pass the filter of sin, barely reaching your lips without a fear.
Hide these mistakes as we create new ones.
Creeping past intensity, we glare into the clouds to find the focal sun.
Heaven, oh Heaven. Is this the right decision?
The physical addiction of love rips my soul with such precision,
only the our Lord could help.

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

The physical addiction of love rips my soul with such precision,
only the our Lord could help.

Several words captured my attention in this poem including "love rips my soul with such precision". Good job!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Everyday is full of dilemmas of right or wrong... sometimes what we think is right doesn't turn out that way but making mistakes is what being human is bout... a really deeply philosophical write.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

" The courtyard of our church seems like such an innocent place my dear." - This line is really speaking a lot in volume, I can sense that element of metaphor in it.
It is indeed such a great and thoughtful piece of writing.
Great job!