In the beginning there was love And then love became all things It became the warmth of summer The orange leaves in the fall The first fire of winter And in spring, the first bird call I remember it like it was yesterday The moment when love first consumed me First consumed love on the… Continue reading You.
Tag: loving
11:48pm
hang up the phone before it gets too heated before you say something you mean but weren't ready to mean it weren't ready to make it official to officialize the thoughts in your head your head is aching from words left unsaid unsaid as in you wanted him to say it but he didn't and… Continue reading 11:48pm
a happy poem
and i think im not much of a writer when im happy because although i could write about how your complexion glistens in the moonlight or how your eyes say i love you without words or when your lips coat mine, i get a sugar rush of sweetness i think theres a certain beauty to… Continue reading a happy poem
Dear Jehovah,
I feel hopeless. Mama says love’s supposed to be easy, but for me loving never felt so hard. And Papa says it’s a tricky thing; that you could be with the person you want to be with, but not the person you should be with. Jehovah I’m troubled by this because I’m having the hardest… Continue reading Dear Jehovah,
Conflicted, lost, but trying.
Sometimes I don't understand why I always try to do things the right way. Especially when they don't feel right to me. But I like to think it's because I want to make other people happy. To me, the right way is their way. Never my way. Because my right is wrong. And my wrong… Continue reading Conflicted, lost, but trying.
Dear Jehovah,
Guide me to him; pave me a route to follow where he ends up at the end of it. A yellow brick road through the woods, a sleepy meadow, and a wicked castle where I'll fight for my life just to make it home. Because there's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. Close my eyes and click my heels three times and when I open them, let him be there. Jehovah, let him be my home.
you’re never fully dressed without a title.
I wonder how it feels to accomplish something start to finish. And I'm not just talking about something as small as a song. Because yes, I know songs are hard to finish and not everyone can do it but I'm talking about BIG things. Like school. Relationships. Marriage. Life. Seeing something like THAT all the… Continue reading you’re never fully dressed without a title.
