Extras from extra.

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I erred
I did the exact opposite of what you wanted me to do
I was human; my emotions came through
I made it about the tool, when i should have made it about you
My fears got the better of me when i should have sought your mind
I buried my head in fear when i should have turned to look
The hurt of the past clouded it all
I'm sorry Love, very much so.
I've been sad and a tad depressed
Sinking in the wish to have done it right
Wailing over spilled milk
Disappointed in how i couldn't gloat about being righteous
But again, i find pride setting boundaries
Boundaries that will deter me from looking pass the wrong and focusing on the extra.
I break free from the lust of righteousness
It wouldn't matter if i go wrong
It should rather make me better
You can make the mess a message
And make my eye single
That's all i pray.
So i asked for the extras from this extra
Just like that of my academics
It gained me the art of tailoring
And the time to be fortified before I'm thrusted out there
And a knowledge of an extra course.
Will this be different?
I bet, not.
I ask that you make this failing a tipping point.
The extra lessons that comes with the drama;
The understanding and fortification.
And when the time comes; and i face this test again, make me do well. To your glory.

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