GOD, I love you.
I know that you love me.
I know that you see me.
How I live on earth.
How my mind freely wanders.
I know that you love me.
I love you.
he is something like you but not you.
he is something right now but not forever.
Sharing my dreams I seek to leave for winter
and relax in the splendor of "love".
Tis not joy that elates me
its your desires that wake me as my heart
flip flops in...
Deceit?
Oh, no... please, don't be so!
I'll have to feel pain immediately after!
OH GOSH!
How stupid, to think this could be
how dumb to want something so free
and abandoned, in YOU.
God, I love you.
I know you love me.
Your in love with him.
I see it in the love he has for you.
Am I delusional father?
Am I thinking too hard?
...
Am I thinking and sinking into some
misfit hole, where things are not
what they are at face value and men and
women speak freely without any actual
committment to the words being spoken...?
Lord I'm not confuse.
I'm fearful of my heart.
The feelings emitted from within
this beating corpse has got to stop.
This vulnerable aching of a delayed sense
of longing, oppressed by the afflictions of the past,
repressed so that just for today I can last...
Oh GOD!
This is ridiculous.
I'm yours and independent.
I don't get tossed too and fro' just by
casual flirting...
But I do.
I'm only human.
I'm only yours.
I'm only here, on earth.
Work this out in me.
Work this out in me.
Work this out.
Work this out.
I love you God.
I know you love me.
I love you God.
I kow you love me.
I'm here again. But it looks completely different this time. It always looks different though. I just hope this time I learn even more, than I did the time before.
Excuse the poem, I just didn't know how to be honest and write it all out clearly. God knows I am horrible and dealing with being vulnerable. I know that emotions are okay. They creep up like the darkness of earth. Inevitable but each time, darknes. Pure and utter darkness. Praise God for His moon that though shine bright across the planet cannot keep all from falling victim of the night and its demons. Excuse me, no demons. Just plain roadblocks. Just dark alleys filled with gold.
But who wants to walk down a dark alley filled with gold at the risk of something completely likely in an alley making you victim?
I'm losing you all. I probably lost you all during the poem.
I'm sorry.
But this is what I'm going through.
Again.
&hearts:CheChe
I'm here again. But it looks completely different this time. It always looks different though. I just hope this time I learn even more, than I did the time before.
Excuse the poem, I just didn't know how to be honest and write it all out clearly. God knows I am horrible and dealing with being vulnerable. I know that emotions are okay. They creep up like the darkness of earth. Inevitable but each time, darknes. Pure and utter darkness. Praise God for His moon that though shine bright across the planet cannot keep all from falling victim of the night and its demons. Excuse me, no demons. Just plain roadblocks. Just dark alleys filled with gold.
But who wants to walk down a dark alley filled with gold at the risk of something completely likely in an alley making you victim?
I'm losing you all. I probably lost you all during the poem.
I'm sorry.
But this is what I'm going through.
Again.
&hearts:CheChe
