Familiarities lost
And common happenings gone
Nothing cost
Only in the way a heart would long
Immediacy spent
As dreams pull us apart
Emotionally bent
Yet God will mend the heart
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
The brain is unstable—hence we write.
4 comments:
:(
thats picture is real great. im proud of it. is that coincided? whatever. anyways
this poem is sad. but not too sad. just trueEEE! its weird you write poems, but i like them a lot.
i miss you most for some reason. i think you were a very solid thang for both aley and i, plus you were always down for anything.
i don't blame you
beautiful poem man...you should post more of them!
i was talking to someone about what i felt God was calling me to do in the future and that person asked what you wanted to do, so i said that you wanted to make a documentary about what God is calling me to do. they said that we were destined for each other. oh baby, baby. !
Post a Comment