Oh beautiful people,
take a deep breath.

It's not that I think any less of someone for venting their honest feelings
But I don't feel as comfortable being myself around people that tend to talk about others
That like to share their judgements--
Because you know if they gossip to you, they might gossip about you
And I'm not emotionally secure right now so I couldn't handle that~

You look at my body
And tell me i'm pretty
I turn away and you say
"Dang what a hottie"

Why is it that every time i hear
a catcall or whistle
instead of feeling good  
I turn in anger and I bristle

I wish when you saw my curves
you wouldn't gawk
instead walk over to me
and let's talk

I feel nasty in my own skin
I shrink out of embarrassment
uncomfortable in the only place I've ever been
wishing more than anything that I had no body

I fear that the only reason you like me
is not for my heart
wish that wasn't how it has to be
but that's how it's been from the start

So I will ask now
how
when
who
will love me, for me?

Let's keep Christ in Christmas
Say the stickers and the signs
When was the day we lost our way
And can we find it back in time

Perhaps if we focused less on us
And more on the risen King
He'd not only be in Christmas
But also everything

I'm not saying that old St. Nicholas
Does not serve out a purpose
But when it comes to saving souls
I'm pretty sure he's worthless

So let's keep Christ throughout the year
Not only in this season
Making it to those around us clear
He truly is the reason

As I sat there praying on my knees.
I thought of what Jesus did for me.
How he shed his blood on calvary
So that satan's shackles on man would be broken free.
How could someone so powerful and perfect,
Have so much love and compassion for the unworthy?

This is the love I want to share with others
He said "delight in giving to one another,"
“be quick to forgive"
So I lift my hands in joy for what Jesus did.
his love hung for hours on a tree
so that people all over the world could be set free.
That, my friend, is what Jesus did for me.

There are so many things
I'd like to say
but not all of them shall come
at least not today

I met you while I was young
and I had soon begun
to realize that we would always be friends
until the death of the sun

This poem may not be the daily
It may not even be read
but at least I know that
when i'm with you
i'll never fail to be fed

that last line was random
quite like you and me
but oh Han I love us
to the bottom of the sea

we play in the snow
we dance in the rain
we laugh at our jokes
and we love each other all the same

you cry in movies
you love to read books
you are always yourself
even if you may get looks

you love like no other
I have ever seen
you show off you Faith
even when others are mean

I look up to you
in so many ways
I am in a constant state
of an unintentional daze

we laugh
and we have cried
we have lived
and we have bide

I have known you since I was young
but oh best friend hang tight
because our story hasn't even begun