I wrote this a few years ago. Happy TBP.
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From Damascus to Emmaus
I’m waiting you out.
I’ll be here in Damascus,
waiting for the scales to fall from your eyes.
You’re making it hard on yourself, honey,
determined to wear
these blinders, determined to
ignore what we and the world know:
I am the one for you, and you are the one for me.
So, go on, kick against this oxgoad,
persecute your poor heart with denial,
hold their coats and stand aside,
pretend like you don’t feel it or get it.
The light will come.
Oh, yes.
And it will be luminous.
When it does, I’ll be waiting, ready to use my heart as your salve to open your poor eyes,
ready to journey with you to Emmaus,
where our chests will burn with love and understanding.
This Square Peg. 
I remember this poem.. and I read the first line today and was like nope! Not today lol trying to get over myself and my crush on sir Ntuck. I have to prepare myself for if he doesn’t like me. Or for me to forget it all bc his mother may disapprove of me. I hate this feeling, I wish I had none lol. Yup…not this poem, no love songs either…Song of Solomon 2:7
On Thu, Nov 17, 2016 at 10:09 AM, This Square Peg. wrote:
> missmondaymonday posted: “I wrote this a few years ago. Happy TBP. > ****************************** From Damascus to Emmaus I’m waiting you > out. I’ll be here in Damascus, waiting for the scales to fall from your > eyes. You’re making it hard on yourself, honey, determined to ” >