Mar 2013
Love is patient, love is kind. Yet I’m stuck in this invisible box like a mime,
deciding whether or not I’m short on time or if this is stepping over the line.
The whole truth is everything about you makes my sun shine.
Even if it is hopeless, a short run and your never mine.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. But this **** inside of me needs to be said aloud. And honestly I am proud of you whom I have found.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. In my thoughts you are always creeping. There have been other nights where I did not feel like sleeping but with you I forget what I’m keeping and try so very hard even though the floor is wet, it is seeping; And yes, sadly yes, there is weeping.
It is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs. I don’t not have a notebook in my head where I get angry and hate you; They are but only songs. With different tones and voices all of which make me wonder to you am I where it belongs?
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. This you have shared, stronger than any vermouth and I am happy you have done so even if I am sad and no I don’t need proof. Saw the positive, and it’s stuck in a booth. 21 years young, but it still makes me want to pull out my tooth
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Nothing more to add for this I have.
Love never fails. Sometimes it just gets covered in veils.
deciding whether or not I’m short on time or if this is stepping over the line.
The whole truth is everything about you makes my sun shine.
Even if it is hopeless, a short run and your never mine.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. But this **** inside of me needs to be said aloud. And honestly I am proud of you whom I have found.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. In my thoughts you are always creeping. There have been other nights where I did not feel like sleeping but with you I forget what I’m keeping and try so very hard even though the floor is wet, it is seeping; And yes, sadly yes, there is weeping.
It is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs. I don’t not have a notebook in my head where I get angry and hate you; They are but only songs. With different tones and voices all of which make me wonder to you am I where it belongs?
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. This you have shared, stronger than any vermouth and I am happy you have done so even if I am sad and no I don’t need proof. Saw the positive, and it’s stuck in a booth. 21 years young, but it still makes me want to pull out my tooth
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Nothing more to add for this I have.
Love never fails. Sometimes it just gets covered in veils.
