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Remem­ber when we ran away,
Remember when saying I love u was all I could say,
Remember when we would run into each other's passionate caress,
Now we are in this **** mess,
But with all these good times in our mind,
It allows us to hide behind,
Foot long smiles,
That we can wear for miles,
Thank you for the good days,
That keep me going when things go the wrong ways.
Still makes me smile when I look back
Emily 7d
Oh to be known so completely,
That one would know perpetually,
Exactly what is best for me,
Without needing other’s advice.

One does exist like that and more,
He knows me so intimately,
That He could orchestrate my life,
And work things out for good as well.

And yet I find it difficult,
To trust His guiding hand at work,
And let Him do whatever’s best,
Without me second-guessing Him.

Oh may I learn to give my trust,
To Him who always wants my best,
And not to cheaper substitutes,
Which glitter, and yet, are not gold.
For You formed my inward parts;
            You wove me in my mother’s ****.

I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
            Wonderful are Your works,
            And my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from You,
            When I was made in secret,
            And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;

Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
            And in Your book were all written
            The days that were ordained for me,
            When as yet there was not one of them.

How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
            How vast is the sum of them!

If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.
            When I awake, I am still with You.
Psalm 139:13-18 NASB

For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:22-28 ESV
See, with people like me
We expect good things to come as a surprise
And bad things to come like clockwork
Isn't that sad
So to the question as to why I don't put faith into anything
Or believe in anyone
There's your answer
When you have a good heart;
you help too much,
you trust too much,
you give too much,
you love too much.
And it seems like,
your the one to get hurt the most.
I found this online. I do not own it. I just feel like this is my story. My poem. My life.
They won't let
me sleep.
Those memories,
cuts that are
so d e e p .
sour and sweet,
some bad,
others that I want to keep.
begin to seep.
I can't forget these
things. I want
to sleep.
That's what you get when you think too much before bed...
On this    Valentines Day,
I will be alone. I do not have someone
who can give me flowers, buy me chocolates,
make me cards in the shape of a heart.
But that's fine with me, because I
love myself, and for me,
that's good
❤️Happy Valentines Day to everyone!❤️
How can I ever forget you
You were the one that brought light
To this everlasting night
And even more
You brought peace to a broken heart

How can I ever regret you
Whether good or bad
Time slowed down
When you were by my side
Your smile turned my world
So warm inside
And with every story
I feared the change
Oh for heavens sake
I’ll never forget you
When our nighttime comes

But no matter what
You were always by my side
You were always
By my side
Corey Feb 13
Tops of flowers swaying in the breeze
and reaching rather high.
The sun peaking over the clouds
with a jubilant shout
shooting rays across the sky.

The pop of color in a lemon tree
enough and not too much.
The small hovering butterflies
that will catch your eyes
with their admirable hush.

Bees dancing around in a pollen haze
and clinging to their hives.
The autumn leaves of green ash
atop rolling hills of grass
that litter the ground for miles.

The vibrant joy of a sunny day,
and flap of a birds feathers.
The sight of a Canaries wings,
and other little yellow things,
that make life that much better.
I'd like to believe
when I die
my earthly soul
will sink into the soil of our world
giving it life and colour
feeding to all the good
to all the right
helping create someone else's story
Jenny Van Feb 12
You texted me:
How did you sleep?

I couldn't sleep.
I counted sheeps.

I was up all night
Stared at the moonlight.

I didn't want to,
But I thought of you.

What can I do?
My answer: good.
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