Saturday, December 26, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Dear Friend,
I hear you.
I see you.
I can find you behind the masks you wear.
I wish you weren't so scared to let me in.
I wish you'd let me hold you close, hold you tight.
I swear I knew you before I met you.
I promise I won't break your heart, and
I promise to pray for you every day that you're away.
I'm not mad at you, and
I'm not upset.
I know you acted out of fear, and
I know you. . .I know you. . .I know you.
And I think it scares you that someone knows you.
But you don't have to be afraid because you are
beautiful, lovely, and sweetly broken.
I love you.
I see you.
I can find you behind the masks you wear.
I wish you weren't so scared to let me in.
I wish you'd let me hold you close, hold you tight.
I swear I knew you before I met you.
I promise I won't break your heart, and
I promise to pray for you every day that you're away.
I'm not mad at you, and
I'm not upset.
I know you acted out of fear, and
I know you. . .I know you. . .I know you.
And I think it scares you that someone knows you.
But you don't have to be afraid because you are
beautiful, lovely, and sweetly broken.
I love you.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
-IA
You're eating more,
and I'm eating less.
If this situation gets any worse, we just might have to confess.
and I'm eating less.
If this situation gets any worse, we just might have to confess.
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