What's so good about it?
More than two thousand years ago,
Today was the day that an innocent man was crucified.
Jesus Christ,
The Savior of the world.
He was crucified,
How was this "Good"?
He was perfect, The Son of God.
Prince of Peace, The right hand of God.
How can Jesus being crucified, be "Good"?
I'll tell you why,
He came to die for our sins, he was the purest sacrifice.
And without Him, we would never be able to pay for our sins; resulting with forever death.
Without Him, we would never reach God, for there would always be a gap between us- Sin.
That is why it is Good Friday,
Because Jesus knew the price he would have to pay, in order for the rest of us to live, He must die,
Happy Good Friday!

I've already let you in.
It's been done.
No going back.
But;
You've hurt me.
Just a little.
But that's all it takes.
A tiny crack,
Then it gets bigger and bigger and bigger.

Stop it before it gets to bad ok?
I'm TRUSTING you.
Please.
I DON'T want to be hurt.


*CGMW

I didn't hate you.
I didn't agree with you on everything, however.
I wish that I had spoken up.
I hope that you are living a good life.
I wish that we were closer friends instead of enemies.
I wish you gave me a second chance.
I wish that you encouraged me more.
I wish that you at least told me something more than the one worded answers to all of my questions.
I wish……

It's actually not hard to do.
You grin at the way her hands are shaking to get tot a pen and paper.
You think is adorable how she only uses one certain type of pen, and only pen- no pencil for this writer.
You hate to see her at a loss for words because she always has words, even when everything else fails her.
You want to be the only one to leave her speechless
and the only one to make her write like mad.
You stick around long enough and you notice that she writes in the same pen that she uses to write poem, she uses to write on herself, different word and phrases she wants to remember.
You love the way her eyes light up when she comes up with the perfect ten words to describe something.
You think that she is the one who dreams and writes all that she remembers.

A warning for you, if you do fall in love wit a poet,
Remember that she is human, just like you.
Remember that she is writing for a reason.
Remember that if you break her heart,
You could, possibly break the very part of her that writes and it could Be days or weeks or months before she starts to write again.
And she will write only love and heartbreak poems,
Not the ones you remember about the trees or clouds or how your eyes get a gleam in them when you smile.

Just don't break her heart.

Everyday, for a long time.
Good mornings and goodnights.
Time zones and distance.
Terrible connection and difficult schedules.

Haven't talked in two days,
Feel like I lost a part of my soul.
Especially when I need you the most.
I need you...

*CGMW

I'm not.
Stop assuming I am.

I haven't thought of you in a while.
I no longer look over my shoulder.
I no longer look for your car in the parking lot.

I've moved on.
I'm proud