One day we'll figure
this out, and we will see why,
we will see who, we
will see how. Nothing
will be a secret, and all
will be clear. We will
know the Truth. All we
know are the lies, the pain, and
the sorrow. We know
more than we ever
were supposed to know, to see,
to feel. We know too
much for our own good.
And we have survived, barely,
but we have survived.
The angels wonder
why we were created, why
we were allowed
to stick around. What
they don't know is that
our hearts are just as
strong as they are weak, and they
have yet to see our
strength. Remember, love,
I told you one day we will
see. . .yes, we will see.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Mike & Ike
You are lovely.
You are beautiful.
You are broken.
And I wish you could know there is more to life than what you have experienced and what you know. I wish you were open to the idea that you can be anything you want to be.
. . .you can be who you want to be.
You are beautiful.
You are broken.
And I wish you could know there is more to life than what you have experienced and what you know. I wish you were open to the idea that you can be anything you want to be.
. . .you can be who you want to be.
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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