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Lana Grace Apr 2014
it's a sad world when people start wanting to stay in bed and dream,
then go in the world and start living.
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Lana Grace Apr 2014
I laugh because it's funny,
how you can walk in a patch full of weeds,
and never notice the faithful rose.

but be careful,
her thorns are her scars.
they're guarding her heart.
but oh how easily they can be picked off.
thorn by thorn, piece by piece.
you'll make your way into her heart.

because you're like all the rest.
you'll take off each thorn, grab the vulnerable rose and tell her she's beautiful.

and then you'll destroy the rose.

why?

because beauty is never seen until the scars are removed and the walls are broken down.
but some roses never know who is the one to remove the thorns.
thoughts are plaguing me, so I must write.
Lana Grace Apr 2014
You do this every time someone cares about you,
Pushing them as far away as they can go.
You're like the waves, always coming and going, with different emotions attached.
Sometimes you bring different objects on shore,
Some good and some bad-but always unknown.

You refuse to let me clean the junk from your shores,
To help maintain a clean sea.
Why won't you let me help you?
Can't you see the boy you thought was so much like yourself,
Is only telling you the lies you crave to be truth?

He's like all the rest,
Throwing trash into your beautiful waves.
Stealing shells to leave you with no beauty.

But instead you don't listen,
You refuse to accept that maybe there could possibly be someone out there that will love you for you.
You're a broken sea, refusing to cling to all hope.
You've chosen brokenness, and now brokenness awaits.

Please stop the waves, before it's too late.
I'm here for you.
Lana Grace Apr 2014
Everything about you, even your initials, are perfect.
It's kind of crazy how God chose us to grow up together.
Our childhood was perfect, we never were really grateful for it.

I'll re visit the places we use to go,
And the memories come flooding back.
Each one like a sweet soft dagger,
Sinking into the depths of my heart.

If there was one person I'd think would always stay here,
It would be you.
But now you're gone too.
They doubt love when you're young.
But I know without a doubt, I spent my whole life loving you.

So how am I supposed suppose to fly, r?
I always thought we'd fly together.
But your absence has stripped me of my wings.
I am unable to soar.

I use to believe in a thing called love,
Something between a woman and man.
But why risk love,
If it just hurts you in the end?

So I'll try to be positive.
Try to fly just for you.

But please know that I'm praying for you.
And if one day we make it,
If we one day say, "I do".
I'll try to soar extra high, and fly just for you.
I miss you so much.
Lana Grace Apr 2014
I use to believe that when you picked a flower,
It would always be there.
Always be beautiful, the definition of perfection.

But now I see that we were never meant to pick flowers.
We were instead meant to stay in the garden.

Because one day the Gardener,
The one who planted us flowers.
Will plant you right next to me,
And water us well.
He'll teach us how to grow,
And always show us light.
He'll teach us what's wrong from right.

But dear heart, it can get lonely.
The time sometimes isn't right now.
Sometimes it takes patience and watering from the well.

But oh dear flower, you'll bloom.
So don't you shed a tear.
Just trust in the gracias Gardener,
He is so very near.
And when the time is right,
He'll grant you a certain wish.
When you've bloomed and you've flourished,
He'll plant a seed right next to you.
And the two of you will grow together.

Oh dear heart, how you two will bloom.
i guess it's an analogy
Lana Grace Apr 2014
Let's go on adventure,
Just me and you.
Capture my heart
And remind me again of the love I hold for you.

Let's go swimming in a lake,
Let's splash until we laugh.
Let's forget all our worries
And when the fish kiss our toes, we can pretend that life is all right.

Let's play on the swings at the park.
Swing away the problems,
And fly to our heaven.

Let's pretend that these moments are infinite.
That the world consists of you and I.
And maybe, possibly it will be.
Maybe possibly I will be yours,
And you will be mine.

But I guess that's what dreams are for.
I miss you more than you'll ever know.
Lana Grace Apr 2014
They're all telling you to be strong,
when we're all hurting.
You see, I'm not the type of girl that just accepts sadness,
I'm the type of girl that wants to overcome it.
I want to honor the God who created me,
and try to be brave.

But oh, how hard life can be sometimes.

The expectations they hold,
sometimes it feels like they're asking for perfection.
I try so hard,
oh so hard.
How hard it is to be brave.

Because when the hurt we recieve,
we show it in return.
We've hurt ourselves by hurting others.

What would it be like to be loved by someone in the most perfect way?
We're all so capable of it.
But so many of us have been hurt,
we've forgotten how to be brave.
We've ignored it, and submitted to what every other person has done.
You see, I don't think it's because we don't want to be brave.
I feel like we don't know how to.

We don't know how to make our fake smiles into genuine smiles even on the worst days.
We don't know how to look at a horrible situation and realize how God might be saving us from something even harder.
We can't look at the people who have hurt us  and be able to forgive them.
You see, bravery isn't just an act of heroism.
It's the unimaginable.
The act of love,
Putting others first.
We've forgotten how to be brave.
Let's be brave.
thoughts~
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