She is a cigarette
She's a habit hard to break
though breaking it won't matter
because I can't stay away
She is a bad addiction
Relapse is my routine guest
Somehow I always succumb
I never get to rest
I lie at night, so anxious
That I'll see her again,
might lower my defenses
I'll ask to see her when
I'm ready and more stable
(like that was ever the problem)
I'll forget that she's my cancer
I'll Forget will be my anthem

I can tell you that I love her
But know, I'll be ashamed of it
She's that cigarette, half-lit
that you keep in your pocket
When your friends come along
and ask you how you're doing
You'll say you're fine
even though she's burning
through your pants and to your thighs!
But you'd choose burns over whatever
their worried mouths will say
It's all a blur, a cycle
Why does she have to stay?

Why does
she have to stay
if after a few puffs,
she'll only go away?

Shhhh
Can't you just listen
Please for once
I know God gave you ears
I know you can hear
but it is so much *more than that
Please just *listen
To the sound of my voice
Take in the words
that I am saying


No
Uh uhhh
Stop right there
Can't you see I am hurting
Do you not see the pain
You do not have to fix me
Sometimes you just cannot
Please just hold my hand
Hug me
*Hurt with me

If you grow the flower
Of the holy spirit
You are a gardener

Live thy life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;

Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed,
Soberer hued
Gold again.

All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough,
Naked strength.

.

She said it to me again today,

and every time I hear it

it feels just as wonderful as the first time

when I hoped it wouldn’t be

the last time

.

She called while driving

needing directions
I offered my assistance

I smiled when she said I was the best
personal GPS ever

then she smiled when she realized

all of my directions
were leading her

straight to my heart

Hey there,
We've just met and I see nothing in front of us,
Yet somewhere in my heart,
Wants to know about you more,
I want to hear all of your stories,
The most beautiful story,
Even the dumbest and silliest story,
Or the most painful story.
I dont know how much pain you've been endured this whole time,
Walking in a scattered invisibly broken glass,
But you can share it with me,
Tell me boy,
What are you thinking right now?
Share the unnecessary things,
Let the plot flow,
You can add up some details as you like,
Make it even crazier,
Or even more black and white,
It's okay cause it will turn to be a wonderful memory,
You and I,
Walk across the broken glass together,
Fix it and broke it again,
Cause I'm telling ya,
You're not worth the pain anymore,
You are worth to be fought for,
Yes, we'll share our power together