i give it all to you
trusting that youll make
something beautiful out of me
i am so in love with you
there is no one else for me
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
he told me that he liked the trees,
he liked how they looked,
how they made him feel,
what they were.
so i tried to steal him the trees,
i would give you all the trees,
but while trying to steal one for you,
i fell in love with them,
and sat and loved them.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
how very selfish i am
for wanting to see the world
and being so utterly indifferent
to the one who made it.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
with a quiet voice I sing
my praise for Thee
my heart beating its beat
my mouth songs harmony
I sing a song for Thee
that carries on till eternity
even if my words are lost at sea
I have whispered my love for Thee
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
tell me, what's it like
to run constant alongside
my so lonesome mind?
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
give the girl a cupcake
she wants a retake
smooth over all her mistakes
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
this world has cut me.
i stand looking at it,
wide eyed as the blood runs down from the wound.
world, have you betrayed me?
how could you do this to me?,
i hear myself ask. and as it hold the knife,
I hear it retort “he told you i would”.
and i look to him
and he’s the only one still there.
i feel sad still,
i really wanted him to be wrong about the world.
the goodness of it,
the potential of it.
but now i see he is right.
he's always been right.
And the world will not suffice.
eventually, it'll belong under his feet
Like all things.
So I grab his hand,
still saddened that the world would hurt me.
And crying,
I walk with him.
he doesnt say anything,
but i know
he understands.
I love him, but so sadly i walk with him.
And he knows the feeling all too well.
I’ve been awakened to a new chamber of his heart.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
they throw it around like it's a toy that can be replaced,
i forget what it's like to own a heart that's never been gashed.
what does it feel like to love without fear?
what is it like to care without hurting?
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
our professor asked us
'what is perfection?'
silently, i thought of you.
he told us perfection is nothing but a rose
placed perfectly beneath the sun
On a random day
--Meaningless.
"perfection is ********
and I thought of you.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
me habéis llegado al alma. O acaso habéis estado en el fondo de ella?
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC