It’s 4:27 AM on a Thursday.
You say I have so much left to give,
even if I have no one to give it to.
I wish I had more to
[these pieces don’t fit]
even if you don’t want any of it.

It’s getting colder outside,
I just keep thinking
more about [ ]
I just keep thinking more
about you.

You were a lot of things for me,
you were an anchor in
you taught me to
but you were never mine.

There are no oceans left
in my fingertips.
Your eyes have

and that’s okay.

[nothing fits]

It’s 5:13 AM on a Thursday.
I’ve figured out how we’re different;
you’re doing okay without me.

I tried writing the other day,
but you took everything when you left.
I was never a writer anyways,
I was just in love with you.

I used to hate my middle name,
until the first time I heard you say it.
It slipped out from behind your lips
like a leaf caught in a gentle Fall breeze.
It seemed to fit perfectly right between
my first name and three other words
I’ll never say to you again.
It lived inside your mouth,
(I guess I did too)
and it (I) never felt safer anywhere else.
And when I lost you I hated it for a while.
I hated when I heard people say it,
because those parts of me only belonged to you
for such a long time.
But now I’m okay.
Because it’s a part of me,
and I think you always will be too,
even though my names not yours to keep
anymore.

I'm not good with words,
in fact I'm horrible at it
I can never cope with the indecision to choose which words to use
or fuss over grammatical ratification
and I could never transition my thoughts into perfect little sentences

but the sun was shining so radiantly,
amplifying the contours of your face,
from your rich brown eyes,
to hair that looked so soft it shouldn't exist,
and at that moment I thought;
"if you could see yourself right now,
you'd be rendered speechless too,"

I heard Him say…
“I do not favour anyone above everybody else, I favour everyone the same.”
And had to share it with you.

Lord,I've been down too long,on weakened knees
I'm calling upon you, to give me strength
Lord ,will you help me
Help me to my feet

When I look around ..I see
So many people,struggling
I know Lord,it was not your plan
The cause comes from,sins of man
Yeah I know,when the time is right
You'll reach down,with your love and light
You'll sort the evil from the good
All things ,will be understood
I know the time,is drawing near
Pictures are becoming clear
It is I,that needs to stand strong
Believing you,will right all wrong

Lord,I've been down too long,on weakened knees
I'm calling upon you ,to give me strength
Lord will you help me
Help me to my feet

Lord,I've been down too long,on weakened knees
I'm calling upon you ,to give me strength
Lord will you help me
Help me to my feet

Lord will you help me
Help me to my feet

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Excuse me, I must be blunt

I've been on a hunt

At hunt for, love

I've been looking below, when I should have been looking above

Most people in this generation would be disgusted with this poem

But I know where the place is that I call home

God, you are my savior

I'm sorry for my misbehavior

You deserve  nothing but the best

You give me rest

How I love you Lord

You always leave me restored

Where is Almighty?
Where can I find him?
I am searching every where
Hoping to find him at any cost
My search end up with knowing the truth
He always been with us
He lives with us
He lives in every human heart
When you pray for him
He comes in disguise
Like your friend or family
Or like an unexpected stranger
Trust me he will be there for you
He will help you in difficulties
Trust in God
Is the one who don't know how to cheat

Dig a hole.

Name it LOVE.

Jump into that hole.

So, I'll be FALLING IN LOVE.

Loving*
                               is
                                                                ­  too
                                 *mainstream
                but
                                ­                being
                                                                ­                  loved
                                                               back
                                                is
                                                                ­                     not.