Your overwhelming and upsetting mood has shifted its way onto me.
Why am I always left feeling lost? Maybe because you're there. And when I want you here. No... when I need you here, you can't be. The snap of a finger hasn't seemed to be working as I used to believe it would.
I want to understand you. I want to know what to say to you when you feel this way. I want you to feel that you are not alone through this. That your feelings affect my feelings.
Why does it feel as if you've changed your mind? Maybe you don't want to share anymore.
"But i gotta know, that if things go wrong, you'll still be around."
Any given mood.... don't leave me out the door. Please invite me in.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Writing on the wall
You may think you're doing everything wrong, but you're doing everything right with me. So please take me out of that box. You're beautiful and amazing to me and I feel that way with you. Please keep sharing what's on your mind. Please keep giving your heart.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
A place I never knew
I wrote as soon as he left. I crawled under my covers, pushed my glasses closer to my eyes, and grabbed the nearest pen and notebook. All day I wanted to write a new story, but as I begin to jot down the thoughts in my head all I could write about was love and it's new affect on me.
I started my story about him. I always wanted to do that. Have a man come into my life and write about our relationship. I'm not sure why exactly. Maybe to see its beauty on paper, so that I could re-live it over and over, but no man has ever reached that level with me before. I never truly sat down and wrote about them. I wrote about what was wrong with the picture and what needed to be painted over, or if the canvas had gone to waste. But with you it's different. I write about the truth and the connection we have.
Another story I want to write about is a whole new world. Something I can live through my writing. Something beyound the stars and beyound our percepetion of Earth. But when I think about it... all I still see is you. You're my whole new world.
I started my story about him. I always wanted to do that. Have a man come into my life and write about our relationship. I'm not sure why exactly. Maybe to see its beauty on paper, so that I could re-live it over and over, but no man has ever reached that level with me before. I never truly sat down and wrote about them. I wrote about what was wrong with the picture and what needed to be painted over, or if the canvas had gone to waste. But with you it's different. I write about the truth and the connection we have.
Another story I want to write about is a whole new world. Something I can live through my writing. Something beyound the stars and beyound our percepetion of Earth. But when I think about it... all I still see is you. You're my whole new world.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
you + me = 12
Love is kinda like math. You, plus another person, equals the unexpected. Some answers are negative and you try to add your way to be positive again, but the problem is already solved. Some answers amount to fractions, with a flashing line of confusion that equals no solid number. But what if you end up with a whole real number. How do you know when it is complete? In other words, how do you know when your love is real? Is it just like math? Is there always an answer, or are you always questioning and hoping to find that there is and it's not negative, or a fraction, or no solution.
I believe the answer is there in your heart. It doesn't matter if it's too soon, or too late. Just know that it's there and it's waiting for your answer, not math's answer. We can't follow logic when it comes to our heart. And we can't always search for there to be a problem that we can solve. Love isn't that complicated. We just make it out to be. We can search for what we want, what we desire, who our hearts are aiming for. And suddenly love won't be like a math problem anymore. So take a leap of faith and do what you feel.
I believe the answer is there in your heart. It doesn't matter if it's too soon, or too late. Just know that it's there and it's waiting for your answer, not math's answer. We can't follow logic when it comes to our heart. And we can't always search for there to be a problem that we can solve. Love isn't that complicated. We just make it out to be. We can search for what we want, what we desire, who our hearts are aiming for. And suddenly love won't be like a math problem anymore. So take a leap of faith and do what you feel.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I exist as I am, that is enough.
I feel so inspired today. I want to capture every moment with my pen and camera. And live through these words and songs. I'm living through my dreams and every thing is coming true. My spirit is dancing. Would you dance with me?
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This is just random stuff i've written. There is no order.
It was a sunny, clouded day. You could smell the roses form to open, and the growing of more to come. The grass swayed back and fourth with the wind, while the birds played a tune for our ears. If there was any way to describe beauty I’d pick this day.
The breeze caught my skirt, that fell upon my knees. It gave me goose bumps as a natural reaction, but even more goose bumps appeared when he reached to touch my hand. My face caught by surprise, smiled effortlessly, as I thought to myself please don’t let this end. Our fingers clasped together like the pieces to the puzzle we’ve been missing. The last two pieces that were overlooked and pushed to the side. They finally caught our attention and grabbed our desires so close. He was the fit, and to melt even my own heart, he was my fit.
We walked steadily, side by side, with no space apart, towards the highest hill. Before that, we went through the tallest, thickest trees that looked like shadows from afar. We almost tripped over the branches that stuck out and the roots that were never cut. We came out of that forest. We breathed through the air together, but not harder or softer than one another, while having the feeling of refreshment fill our lungs like we were in the clouds. I imagined our bare feet stepping on the visible collection of water in the air, without falling through. Nothing would happen to us because we knew that God’s Will is always going to keep us rising.
At a moment, our fingers unfolded, our palms moved away, and we no longer were facing the world against us, but facing our destination. A destiny that could only be accomplished with space between him and I, so that we could walk on two feet instead of one. The fear that sunk and grasped my heart begin to burn. It made my eyes turn to stop looking straight ahead but to look at him. He looked so peaceful, quiet and at ease. He looked like if I snapped my fingers in front of his face his eyes wouldn’t blink. It’s because he was focused on the straight away path which made me notice we couldn’t see the end because of the fog that surrounded that area of the clouds. My eyes focused on all around us now. Where we stood was so white and clear, as was what we wore that I hadn’t remembered.
I didn’t realize until I looked up, he was no longer standing beside me, he was walking forward on the clouds, without a look back. As I watched, my eyes filled like the water our bodies were pressuring on. He faded into the fog before I even moved a step. Does this mean that it has ended? I thought, thinking I had the answer, only to find myself asking this question to God. I stood there waiting and expecting, thinking if I moved it would be too late… the question would never be answered. Before the time could pass any further, before the sky would turn to midnight blue, I had to move along. The more steps I took I could feel the weight that covered my darkened red heart start to climb. As the darkness lifted, the color of bright red was left. The weight was removing, the bright red was covering, and I couldn’t feel the fear anymore. In fact, I was more confident than before, when him and I walked as each other’s steps. There was no worry of him anymore lingering my mind and aching my heart. There was no worry because I was proud.
Our job no longer was making sure our heads were up and wondering if we moved at least an inch. My job wasn’t pulling his arm, telling him where to go, but to help him with direction. His job wasn’t suppose to keep me near by so that we wouldn’t be alone, but to walk near the same pace. We were to fulfill the glory of love that God has destined in each of us. The only right direction, was walking God’s steps, and it happened when we let each other go; when we allowed God to be in control.
The fog disappeared and the night never came. It was still just as sunny as I had seen, what felt like, hours ago. I ended up at the top of the hill, gazing through the empty skies. Then a warm hand slipped through my fingers, and I didn’t have to look to know who it was. I felt my face, that was tightened from the tears, brighten as it was before. God had answered me with proof instead of words. And then I looked and he was smiling just as big, placing his hand behind my back. We sat, letting our legs dangle over the hill, knowing our prayers were answered.
It was a sunny, clouded day. You could smell the roses form to open, and the growing of more to come. The grass swayed back and fourth with the wind, while the birds played a tune for our ears. If there was any way to describe beauty I’d pick this day.
The breeze caught my skirt, that fell upon my knees. It gave me goose bumps as a natural reaction, but even more goose bumps appeared when he reached to touch my hand. My face caught by surprise, smiled effortlessly, as I thought to myself please don’t let this end. Our fingers clasped together like the pieces to the puzzle we’ve been missing. The last two pieces that were overlooked and pushed to the side. They finally caught our attention and grabbed our desires so close. He was the fit, and to melt even my own heart, he was my fit.
We walked steadily, side by side, with no space apart, towards the highest hill. Before that, we went through the tallest, thickest trees that looked like shadows from afar. We almost tripped over the branches that stuck out and the roots that were never cut. We came out of that forest. We breathed through the air together, but not harder or softer than one another, while having the feeling of refreshment fill our lungs like we were in the clouds. I imagined our bare feet stepping on the visible collection of water in the air, without falling through. Nothing would happen to us because we knew that God’s Will is always going to keep us rising.
At a moment, our fingers unfolded, our palms moved away, and we no longer were facing the world against us, but facing our destination. A destiny that could only be accomplished with space between him and I, so that we could walk on two feet instead of one. The fear that sunk and grasped my heart begin to burn. It made my eyes turn to stop looking straight ahead but to look at him. He looked so peaceful, quiet and at ease. He looked like if I snapped my fingers in front of his face his eyes wouldn’t blink. It’s because he was focused on the straight away path which made me notice we couldn’t see the end because of the fog that surrounded that area of the clouds. My eyes focused on all around us now. Where we stood was so white and clear, as was what we wore that I hadn’t remembered.
I didn’t realize until I looked up, he was no longer standing beside me, he was walking forward on the clouds, without a look back. As I watched, my eyes filled like the water our bodies were pressuring on. He faded into the fog before I even moved a step. Does this mean that it has ended? I thought, thinking I had the answer, only to find myself asking this question to God. I stood there waiting and expecting, thinking if I moved it would be too late… the question would never be answered. Before the time could pass any further, before the sky would turn to midnight blue, I had to move along. The more steps I took I could feel the weight that covered my darkened red heart start to climb. As the darkness lifted, the color of bright red was left. The weight was removing, the bright red was covering, and I couldn’t feel the fear anymore. In fact, I was more confident than before, when him and I walked as each other’s steps. There was no worry of him anymore lingering my mind and aching my heart. There was no worry because I was proud.
Our job no longer was making sure our heads were up and wondering if we moved at least an inch. My job wasn’t pulling his arm, telling him where to go, but to help him with direction. His job wasn’t suppose to keep me near by so that we wouldn’t be alone, but to walk near the same pace. We were to fulfill the glory of love that God has destined in each of us. The only right direction, was walking God’s steps, and it happened when we let each other go; when we allowed God to be in control.
The fog disappeared and the night never came. It was still just as sunny as I had seen, what felt like, hours ago. I ended up at the top of the hill, gazing through the empty skies. Then a warm hand slipped through my fingers, and I didn’t have to look to know who it was. I felt my face, that was tightened from the tears, brighten as it was before. God had answered me with proof instead of words. And then I looked and he was smiling just as big, placing his hand behind my back. We sat, letting our legs dangle over the hill, knowing our prayers were answered.
Is it that feelings simply live and die?
Does each heart change within a lie?
Stay or let go is what I must decide
Even though my feelings are higher than my pride.
Every other day we seem to fight
As I stay up crying throughout the night
Because your feelings are never shown
The same way your words are only thrown.
Do not tell me things will work out someday
The waiting game is something I don’t want to play
I want something solid, something real and true
But if it doesn’t work out it was because of you.
Be true to your heart was what I was told
But I never knew love could be so cold.
Does each heart change within a lie?
Stay or let go is what I must decide
Even though my feelings are higher than my pride.
Every other day we seem to fight
As I stay up crying throughout the night
Because your feelings are never shown
The same way your words are only thrown.
Do not tell me things will work out someday
The waiting game is something I don’t want to play
I want something solid, something real and true
But if it doesn’t work out it was because of you.
Be true to your heart was what I was told
But I never knew love could be so cold.
My heart feels like a tied in a wave
Beaten and bruised from what we’ve made
I didn’t expect us to turn out to be
Another box of memories
The hope in me can’t exist for long
While God is pulling me to stay strong
But through the stillness and confusion
I won’t put up a fight
I will lift up my hands
And let go of what doesn’t feel right
MARK MY WORDS
I’ll look through the eyes of faith!
The Lord is close to my broken heartand saves those who are crushed in spirit
I will not fall apart
I will not fall apart
My destiny is never tied to anyone who left
Just like the waves set like the sun
The breeze retraces, the tied is done
God becomes my ship
And I’m sailing amongst the shore
I am a new creation
I won’t be let down anymore
MARK HIS WORDS
The battle is over
I AM FREE
Beaten and bruised from what we’ve made
I didn’t expect us to turn out to be
Another box of memories
The hope in me can’t exist for long
While God is pulling me to stay strong
But through the stillness and confusion
I won’t put up a fight
I will lift up my hands
And let go of what doesn’t feel right
MARK MY WORDS
I’ll look through the eyes of faith!
The Lord is close to my broken heartand saves those who are crushed in spirit
I will not fall apart
I will not fall apart
My destiny is never tied to anyone who left
Just like the waves set like the sun
The breeze retraces, the tied is done
God becomes my ship
And I’m sailing amongst the shore
I am a new creation
I won’t be let down anymore
MARK HIS WORDS
The battle is over
I AM FREE
Monday, September 22, 2008
Communication is as easy as the ocean
There are so many right times, with the right words, but no one is a mind reader.
My biggest problem in life: I can't communicate. Sure, I have my moments when I wear my heart on my sleeve and my thoughts are loud and clear, but for the most part I'm unsure. I'm too unsure to let someone see me, hear me, feel me. And I don't mean my body; my heart is much harder to get into.
I see you though, Chris, and I hear you and feel you. All it does is make me fall for you more and more and shows me we could be perfect together if I'd just let you in. It's not that I don't want you. I would give anything to share with you. My heart aches and seeks for you, but it is also gripping on tight with uncertainty. Laying there beside you, with all the words in my head to say, but with a mute mouth that led to watery eyes. The T.V. said "I'm sorry" for me.
I'm not that great at showing affection, but I sure know how to express it. Give me a pen and paper and I'll show you my love. Though actions speak louder than words and I need to be more louder.
So, I'm sorry I'm a coward. I'm sorry I hold back. But then as we said good night I heard the right words in my head. And I hope you heard them too.
"So come over, just be patient, and don't worry."
My biggest problem in life: I can't communicate. Sure, I have my moments when I wear my heart on my sleeve and my thoughts are loud and clear, but for the most part I'm unsure. I'm too unsure to let someone see me, hear me, feel me. And I don't mean my body; my heart is much harder to get into.
I see you though, Chris, and I hear you and feel you. All it does is make me fall for you more and more and shows me we could be perfect together if I'd just let you in. It's not that I don't want you. I would give anything to share with you. My heart aches and seeks for you, but it is also gripping on tight with uncertainty. Laying there beside you, with all the words in my head to say, but with a mute mouth that led to watery eyes. The T.V. said "I'm sorry" for me.
I'm not that great at showing affection, but I sure know how to express it. Give me a pen and paper and I'll show you my love. Though actions speak louder than words and I need to be more louder.
So, I'm sorry I'm a coward. I'm sorry I hold back. But then as we said good night I heard the right words in my head. And I hope you heard them too.
"So come over, just be patient, and don't worry."
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Dear friend,
My dear, dear friend.
"You've sacrificed so much of your life in order for this to work."
You said it yourself. You fall for the guys who have baggage and without catching yourself, or noticing at all, you are the one who is left carrying the weight. I can feel your heart throbbing as you talk about it and I can see how effortlessly it is for you to write about. You carried it and sad to say, you still are. I've seen so many doors open for your way out, but it seems as though your feet are stuck to the floor. And it closes again and again. But the stories go on, repeating, grieving, and you're left wondering about the happiness you somewhat knew. Wondering about the boy who stole your heart in the first place.
"You've sacrificed so much of your life in order for this to work."
You said it yourself. You fall for the guys who have baggage and without catching yourself, or noticing at all, you are the one who is left carrying the weight. I can feel your heart throbbing as you talk about it and I can see how effortlessly it is for you to write about. You carried it and sad to say, you still are. I've seen so many doors open for your way out, but it seems as though your feet are stuck to the floor. And it closes again and again. But the stories go on, repeating, grieving, and you're left wondering about the happiness you somewhat knew. Wondering about the boy who stole your heart in the first place.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Remember...
"Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous." - Carrie (Sex and the city)
I rearrange the furniture as you sleep
I have nothing valuable to say. I work tonight and I'm letting my manager Liz borrow my One Tree Hill season 1 dvd. She's going to be exposed to amazement! I got the chance to chat with Camille over aim. That was nice. I miss her tremendously. (Yes, that much.) I want to destroy my room. I want to get paid. I want to be his girlfriend already.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Chris,
I've never been one to share my feelings out loud. I'm almost too good at hiding that I have to leave my spots to be seen. But if I let you... I mean really let you, inside there's something real to be found. You don't see me often and sometimes you won't hear my voice, but the whole time my mind is fumbling with words just for you. We got to share today and this meant I got to really look at you. Your eyes matched your smile and I couldn't remember how, or why you would be here sitting with me. But you were. And you treated me with soft kisses and hand massages. Still, I hid behind my eyelids and kept away from extended kisses, leaving my heart untouched. When the drive home came, my thoughts caught up to themselves when a song played and I saw your face. The song was sad and spoke words that I use to feel. It reminded me about all the drives home I'd spend crying, trying to hide from any other car to see through my window. But somehow... you ended up inside, ready to take on the next roads to come. You read my walls today and most of it carried "struggle" and loss memories. But hearing this song tonight had me realize I'm not that girl anymore. I'm not the girl that needs to hide. My walls are ready to be painted and I'm happy to know you're going to be there to paint them with me, as a friend, or as a lover. Either way, I've come to find you are the good thing in a world gone bad.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Life in the fast lane
I used to be so good at these journals. I would write every day, sometimes even twice. I'm not sure what's happened over the years, but my mind feels blanker by the minute. I feel like I've been all over the place lately. I'm missing my life. I've worked this whole weekend and haven't had the time to spend with my family, or see my friends, or even the boy I miss dearly (even though it's only been 2 days.) I really just want to slow down... with everything.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Good to be
Is this really happening?
My inner voice is yelling at me. My brain is questioning every move he makes. My heart is telling me to run with it. I'm at a loss of words once my head hits my pillow.
I don't feel alive anymore. Because everything's felt like a dream since I've met him.
Part of me feels like I can walk on clouds. I can race a cheetah. Because he makes me feel beautiful, powerful, and "more." But then the other part of me is scared, worried, and "less."
I almost want to give up my hunt and say he's my prize, he's my gold, but what if I wake up?
"Do what you feel," he says... and what I feel is as unexpected, or hasty as this is, I don't want to see a day without him in it.
My inner voice is yelling at me. My brain is questioning every move he makes. My heart is telling me to run with it. I'm at a loss of words once my head hits my pillow.
I don't feel alive anymore. Because everything's felt like a dream since I've met him.
Part of me feels like I can walk on clouds. I can race a cheetah. Because he makes me feel beautiful, powerful, and "more." But then the other part of me is scared, worried, and "less."
I almost want to give up my hunt and say he's my prize, he's my gold, but what if I wake up?
"Do what you feel," he says... and what I feel is as unexpected, or hasty as this is, I don't want to see a day without him in it.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Love too many
I am really not satisfied with my dream last night. I hate how it becomes my mood. And no, it wasn't about any delicious pizza but I would rather take that then be shown how much love can't leave my mind, or my dreams. Then again, my head was in the clouds last night. The clouds of wishing and hoping for the impossible. Making up a love that'll never happen. But the last thing I want to be is bitter.
There were words in my dream and I couldn't understand them. They were written in a font you couldn't read. I guess some pages need to be unwritten. You have to let yourself be out of control and "let the night write your script." There's always meaning behind every word. And there's always that feeling of being complete.
What is that feeling? My best friend spoke of it last night. She had a dream about an ex-boyfriend, whom she still loves. She said, "I was in his arms again and I finally felt complete." I don't think I've ever experienced that feeling. I've loved before, but maybe not in that way. Maybe not enough. I'm unsure but what I am sure of is you have to give what your heart deserves, what your heart aches for.
Writing is my outlet, but my voice needs to say what I hold in, to the one person I can't get off my mind. Who is this person? I wish God would tell me. But the signs I see are unreadable. Yeah. He's unreadable.
There were words in my dream and I couldn't understand them. They were written in a font you couldn't read. I guess some pages need to be unwritten. You have to let yourself be out of control and "let the night write your script." There's always meaning behind every word. And there's always that feeling of being complete.
What is that feeling? My best friend spoke of it last night. She had a dream about an ex-boyfriend, whom she still loves. She said, "I was in his arms again and I finally felt complete." I don't think I've ever experienced that feeling. I've loved before, but maybe not in that way. Maybe not enough. I'm unsure but what I am sure of is you have to give what your heart deserves, what your heart aches for.
Writing is my outlet, but my voice needs to say what I hold in, to the one person I can't get off my mind. Who is this person? I wish God would tell me. But the signs I see are unreadable. Yeah. He's unreadable.
The Dream I wish to Dream
Just a couple steps and I was in his car, driving down the streets that I wanted to drive, though he was the driver and for once, I wasn't afraid of that. The lights never turned red and I took that as a sign to "Go" and to never "Stop."
We pulled up to the hill and the silence filled the car, but I'm certain he could hear my mind racing. "What's going to happen tonight?" was my overall question to myself, but I let the night write my script.
The grass was damp, so we sat on his car. He played the mix I purposely snuck in. "The night is beautiful," he said but I just looked at him. And just like a good sign, a good song came on. Coldplay's "green eyes" was now reading my heart. I couldn't help but sing along. "And I come here to talk," I pointed and sung to him, "I hope you understand." I laughed at myself, knowing how much of a fool I must look and how badly I wanted to impress him. I stretched back onto the window and let my eyes drift into the darkness. The song continued playing, "And how could, anybody, deny you?" that I whispered to myself.
Then I felt his body lean beside me and I heard his voice, "I came here with a load, And it feels so much lighter now I met you." He stared into my eyes and I didn't look away. And this was it. That moment where you know something's going to happen, without any word having to be said.
Will it happen? Will he have the courage to do it? Will she allow him to? Or will she run away? She's been down that road, and although it's a different street, it's the same situation. It's the same because it's the same promise to make. And maybe he doesn't want what she's looking for. Movies aren't reality. In most cases, the guy doesn't win the girl. And in the end, it's just echoing questions that'll never be answered.
.......................But I'm gunna let the night write my script.
We pulled up to the hill and the silence filled the car, but I'm certain he could hear my mind racing. "What's going to happen tonight?" was my overall question to myself, but I let the night write my script.
The grass was damp, so we sat on his car. He played the mix I purposely snuck in. "The night is beautiful," he said but I just looked at him. And just like a good sign, a good song came on. Coldplay's "green eyes" was now reading my heart. I couldn't help but sing along. "And I come here to talk," I pointed and sung to him, "I hope you understand." I laughed at myself, knowing how much of a fool I must look and how badly I wanted to impress him. I stretched back onto the window and let my eyes drift into the darkness. The song continued playing, "And how could, anybody, deny you?" that I whispered to myself.
Then I felt his body lean beside me and I heard his voice, "I came here with a load, And it feels so much lighter now I met you." He stared into my eyes and I didn't look away. And this was it. That moment where you know something's going to happen, without any word having to be said.
Will it happen? Will he have the courage to do it? Will she allow him to? Or will she run away? She's been down that road, and although it's a different street, it's the same situation. It's the same because it's the same promise to make. And maybe he doesn't want what she's looking for. Movies aren't reality. In most cases, the guy doesn't win the girl. And in the end, it's just echoing questions that'll never be answered.
.......................But I'm gunna let the night write my script.
Friday, September 5, 2008
videooo
This was for my friend Camille who's moving.
I'm gunna miss her.
and I suck at saying how I feel outloud.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
TRUTH:
What I'm lookin' for
Is a love that's forever
Someone who can capture my soul in a heartbeat
And stay for all time
What I'm prayin' forIs a match made in Heaven
Someone who will worship my body
And still put his heart on the line
Commitment
Someone who'll go the distance
I need somebody with staying power
Who'll make me go weak in the knees
Commitment
And everything that goes with it
I need honor and love in my life from somebody
Who's playin' for keeps
What I'm searchin' forIs a man who'll stand by me
Who will walk through the fire
And be my flame in the night
I won't settle for
Less than what I deserve
A friend and a lover who'll love me
For the rest of my life
Yeah, I've had promises broken
Three words left unspoken
They just left me achin' for more
But I've fought temptation
I won't be impatient
There's one thing that's worth waiting for
Is a love that's forever
Someone who can capture my soul in a heartbeat
And stay for all time
What I'm prayin' forIs a match made in Heaven
Someone who will worship my body
And still put his heart on the line
Commitment
Someone who'll go the distance
I need somebody with staying power
Who'll make me go weak in the knees
Commitment
And everything that goes with it
I need honor and love in my life from somebody
Who's playin' for keeps
What I'm searchin' forIs a man who'll stand by me
Who will walk through the fire
And be my flame in the night
I won't settle for
Less than what I deserve
A friend and a lover who'll love me
For the rest of my life
Yeah, I've had promises broken
Three words left unspoken
They just left me achin' for more
But I've fought temptation
I won't be impatient
There's one thing that's worth waiting for
Monday, September 1, 2008
Struggle
I don't think we truely know what that is like Jesus does, but I know all of us have gotten a glimpse of it.
"It's not that bad." But I'll still cry.
"It's not that bad." But I'll still worry.
Just because people have it way harder than we do doesn't mean my feelings are any less real.
"It's not that bad." But I'll still cry.
"It's not that bad." But I'll still worry.
Just because people have it way harder than we do doesn't mean my feelings are any less real.
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