In this grassy ground he lay
His body rests without dismay
To see that he now holds no sorrow
Will give me hope yet for tomorrow
Beneath this ground lay he in peace
Beneath here lay O'l Grey Maurice

I’ll stay in this coffee shop and write about you everyday if I have to

You’re that beautiful

You are so beautiful,
yet so unaware of it

I want to paint a picture of your beauty and place it onto the other side of your eyelids, so that every single time you blinked...

You’d see what I see, in you...

Your insecurities have a hold on you

You've been rotten. You know it's true.

Whispers in your ear, voices in your head

Tell you always: you're doomed, you're dead

Cheating on that test, lying to your best friend

What were you thinking when you pushed send?

Too dumb, too fat, a face only a mother could love

You'll never be good enough to ever rise above

Invisible hands are choking, spirit chains will bind

When the light is fading fast, remember it's only in your mind

The past is gone, you can't go back and try once more

Now to remember not dwell and to look forward

Learn and grow

Your insecurities have no real control

They have no power

In God's love and mercy you are showered

Pray and give them all to the cross

Goodness and joy take the place of what is lost

For He knows your heart and He knows your worth

A beautiful working creation fashioned by God before birth

So never forget how beautiful, special, and loved you are

And shine brightly for the world. You are a STAR!

You aren’t broken, I am
I am flawed
I am malfunctioning
I am defective, ugly, wrong
I am mean, beyond repair
Disgustingly bitter, like licking the outside of an orange,
Disguised as a tempting delicious throbbing fruit of life.
But in reality, I am insufficient, innutritious,
A casualty no one wants to carry
But I am so afraid that one day you will see
This unfixable imperfection that is me
And you will leave.

Insecure

With no confidence,

I enter the battlefield,

With very little providence,

And no weapon or shield,

A slash of a knife,

is all it takes,

No strife,

Not even sure if I’m awake

I can’t feel it no more,

The love,

With my heart so sore,

The feelings that I have shoved,

My heart made of stone,

And pain that makes me insecure,

And in the depth of my bones,

Is a pain I can no longer endure

What do I do to make you not want me?

Is it my sensitivity?
My lack of sensibility?

If only I knew how to truly make you happy.
Because you only know how to show that you're unhappy.

I guess something's got to change.