So I sit here confused a little bit more. I thought it was over, we quietly shut the door.
The pain was slowly separating itself from my mind, and like clock work you steeped back in line.
Did God speak to you in the past couple days, was it him that spoke softly to your mind as you lay?
Are you steeping up finally, my leader will rise...or are you afraid and alone and need me by your side?
What is it just tell me I don't want to wait, why is it that I must go up there and pretend its a date?
Will you hold me, and kiss me and tell me you were wrong...wrong about everything wrong along.
Or will you look at me and tell me goodbye in a nice way, the way that will hurt me each and everyday.
I thought it was over, done, poof be gone...but hopeful that love, and God have a bond.
Sentiments.
17 years ago
1 comment:
Totally love this post. I can relate more than I'd like to be able to!!! It's so interesting to look @ your recent blog titles... you went from broken to new (baby one) and then 8/16/08... it's almost like the baby represents restoration and maybe now's the time where Anisha/Chris will happen.
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