Chasing Hearts Poem by C. Bake Baker

I used to be a preacher,
that only thanked God at night
I would force my prayers deep inside
and show them all I was right

Dark and afraid, she lied in her haste
Deaf mind settled on blind blue eyes
Having a father was always a waste
How does something so wet become dry?

Chasing hearts run wild, scars soon revealed
Justify your broken love, and just pretend that it's real
Such joy she found in my hardened lost heart
Left my shoreline sinking and my clouds spread apart

Let's make up and out, it may be our last day
Lose your virgin smile, make it wash away
Quiet your soothing screams, morning light slips in you
The only time that I can answer, is when you decide we're through.