Have you ever thought you were so beautiful that you wonder why God sent you down to this earth?  
>You are a distraction to ones senses <
>A blind to ones eyes <
>A pain to ones heart. <

I am
A street without a name
A pictureless frame
A dull knife
A still life

I am
A question mark
A smothered spark
An unread book
A stolen look

I am
A blank page
An empty stage
A heavy sigh
A passer-by

I am
A ship with paper sails
A train on rusted rails
A flightless bird
A Dream Deferred

I am
An overcrowded mind
A word that hasn't been defined
A lighthouse that no longer stands
Two feet sinking in the sand.

Losing someone is like losing your leg, you can get a replacement but it will never be the same. Losing someone is like cancer you can take a treatment to hold off the pain but it will always come back.

Why she couldn’t read?
Some people assumed, but she covered it up.
The only person she couldn’t hide it from was God himself!
No gas in the car,
Kids in the back seat crying because their stomach is screaming for food!
She looks inside her purse and no money; the only thing she owns is a bible!
Sadly she can’t read it, not because she couldn’t read.
Because her left eye is swollen and she can barely see out the other,
She hardly can pick it up she is so weak, No energy to cry out, just enough to pray.
Her right wrist is broken, while the left one is barely hanging on.
Now, can anyone tell me why she couldn’t read?