She wanna text
Phone ***
Been 75 + days
Imagination keeps us going, snapchat, bitmojis, custom stickers and ****
I never sweat it though
Because I know,
I can get her wet
And I can make her laugh
And I'm the person she facetimes when she's in the bubble bath
So even from a distance,
Still gotta be consistent.
You know how it goes though
Even when we were at campus we worlds a part at times and we both know.
Not in another country but that distance stretch for miles
30 mintues out turned into 2 hours and a bit
Sometimes we question if it's worth it
Pros and cons , convinces us that this might be legit.
So we'll snap and text for another 75+ days
if we have to
So be it close together or spaced apart
Locked down, isolated quarantined,
or, close together, sharing a breath, chest to chest, heart to heart
Love lives here and besides we've got to settle the bill
Love is an infection a virus can't ****
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 8:42 PM UTC
At this point if you told me that you still cared
I wouldn't believe you.
I heard once that the Devil comes diguised as an angel just to deceive you
But I think we know better, but we'll say we're naive
And at this point if you said you never really cared
I think it would be easier to believe.
See I can't really badmouth you
That's not how I was raised
And even though you had your flaws, you also deserve some praise.
Nothing about us or the timing was easy
And I'm not sure if it means much, but these words are true. So, believe me.
You stuck through a lot in a short space of time.
And I've probably never been prouder, than when I called you mine.
See, time and distance, right from the start
Always held the cards in keeping us together and then apart.
But you were the dealer. You held it all.
I was never unavailable.- that was always your call.
So as the time drifted and we grew apart
So did the attachment strings of my heart.
All cut lose, except for the one firmly intact
I still care about you. It's a statement - thats a true fact.
But I can't openly show it. Because you no longer deserve that much of me.
So I'll care from the space you created, because that's just who I am. Even if I seem care free.
So believe me or not, it's really up to you.
But I'll probably never stop caring, that, along with everything else that I promised- you know it's true
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 9:39 AM UTC
News from back home
No longer look forward to answering my phone
How do things keep going from bad to worse?
The world keeps moving forward yet, somehow we stuck in reverse.
Faith is weak
Speaking to a God that chooses not to speak
Did you hear me?
Crying out for you?
I said my faith is weak
Somehow I want you to restore it
I want my cup to runneth over, with your mercy
But you choose not to pour it
Someone said once that you persecute the weak because it makes you feel strong.
I guess me and this someone can finally get along.
A shared perspective, the testimonies collected by those you've neglected.
And it's so hard, not to be jealous and envious in this day and age
When you choose to promote others but keep the rest of us on the below ground stage.
It just leaves us further enraged
We're trapped.
Helpless like wild animals in a cage.
And when we act out, then it's frowned upon
Are you there God?
Because I can only keep the beast tamed within for so long.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
And there's nothing better than when her hesitation turns to anticipation and then desperation.
Body so wet call it a form of precipitation not perspiration,
because you haven't done any work yet.
Your body just can't hold your excitement in anymore.
And your body is certainly something to adore
Your smile is something to admire, so I sit in silence, in awe.. in admiration
I write all these things for you because you're my inspiration.
And it always comes down to this, us.
Chest to chest, body language our preferred method of communication.
Because your body says the things your lips are afraid to say.
It's our secret conversation...
Lindley
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC