Angry swirls
Of blacks,
Dark clouds
Rolling in.
Swept by
Desperate hands.
Claw marks
On the canvas.
Kissed by
Gentle strokes
Of soft pink
The promise
Of a sweet sunrise
Breaking through
The clouds.
This is my
Painting of love.

God has always meant for us to sin
That's why Jesus died for them
Every sin in existence is forgiven already
We just haven't forgiven each other.

Let go
Don't worry
Fix what you can **now.

Lay down by midnight.
Take my phone off of "silent";
Just in case he calls.

Sometimes,
in life you wish for something
then there comes a time when you'll stop wishing
not because you already got what you wanted
but because you've finally accepted the fact that not all wishes come true.
*Wishing is like wishing for rain while standing in the desert.
Its hopeless.