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You are not broken
You are injured
People get injured all of the time and that's okay
People only become broken if they allow themselves to stay injured
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: September. 30, 2015 Wednesday 4:54 PM
 Oct 2015 courtney
GaryFairy
Take my hand and come with me
Racing hearts and butterflies
Underneath a willow tree
Embracing love with starry eyes

Losing ourselves to the night
Overcome by passion's flow
Visions of love in moonlight
Enamored under tender glow
I believe that one day soon Christ shall return.
I believe that unconditional love can save the person.
I believe that love , truth, and faith are a choice.
For either we believe in something or not believe.
I believe that by our choices we choose our reality.
I believe that where our Hope lies is where we end up at.
I believe that we all make mistakes and fail others.
I believe that Christ was the only perfect one that walk the earth.
I believe that Christ can heal all wounds and pains.
 Oct 2015 courtney
ryn
Unrehearsed
 Oct 2015 courtney
ryn
Allow me to step into your space.
Let us be close,
standing face to face.
So close...
Where our hands could meet,
and our hearts could greet...
The one chance
to finally indulge this long awaited dance.

Cradling one another...
In open arms.
Surendering...
Submitting...
To careless caresses,
bashful gazes and charms.

Our feet would mirror,
the gaits
of each other.
Our eyes ensnared
with senses all bared...
To the rise and fall
of the nectarous melody.
Playing for what seemed like eternity
in silence.

That eternity is now here.
Seizing this dance,
we gambol and frolic
without reservations and fear...
For the hours have frozen
and the seconds have ceased to tick.

This is our song.
Seemingly refined,
cultured and well versed.
This is our dance.
Enchanting,
perfect,
albeit unrehearsed.
 Oct 2015 courtney
GaryFairy
subtract sanity from misery
add a little violence
multiplied by duplicity
those voices never silence

divided by the mystery
carried over to tomorrow
this beast that lives in me
the sum of all my sorrow
 Oct 2015 courtney
GaryFairy
perspective, getting the evidence
setting your goal on new impression
an acceptance of a blessing prevalence
the forever treasure of getting to heaven

objective, setting new precedence
no measuring the feeling of pleasance
an omnipresence, and a gift of reverence
nothing is better than getting new presents
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