If you came from a broken home to, real love exists. I know. Love isn't poor or rich. Love though I realized in the poorest of houses. Is more valuable and meaningful then that expensive love, the poverty-stricken seem to understand more what has value, as to those who are wealthy in expense don't know to much about value, at least the value of love. Moneys value they might know. But love, dont think so

I'm not a churchy girl.
I wish I could be.
Wake up every Sunday morning,
brush my hair get dressed,
and go to the house of god.
Maybe then he would be there
for me more.
But I believe,
worshipping god doesn't have to be
in a designated place at a designated time.
So no I won't be one of those preachers wife's.
But its fine by me,
because at the end of the day
god holds me in his arms
and walks me through the sand.
I am a child of God.
I believe he loves all and watches.
So mean what you say before you comment about
"Churchy people".

I could see it
the thing
I truly desire
it was on the horizon
or so it seemed
but no
apparently
it was just
A shiny bauble
it would probably help
if I knew what
I truly wanted.