MArtha in love

Pick you tho i know your not mine

greedy, selfish,that's how love rhymes 

Like a Martha,my docility,my self harm.

Torment my tears, its all about time

Time that can be a soul disarm 

Hope is waiting, beaten by every alarm

Ecstatic and then lofty, high with the lord 

Think I'm crazy, thats what love is made for

In between the crowd i tossed my spear 

It chose you, left me mournful with some fear.

 my mind is saturated, just filled with you

And my heart cant find a place for two

How you talk and play then drag my soul 

Its not you, its lies I've been told

How strong i am until i meet your words 

There so soft, ravish, and they cant be hold.