These are the mornings when I just want to leave. I’d pack my stuff right now. No longer would someone scream in my face. The nights would be lonely…but how is that different than now?
Dear Lord, please send me lots of money so that I can move out in May. Amen.
Is it just a drink?
My eyes held a sparkle,
And my lips were all smiles.
My reddened cheeks and quickened beat,
Came not from dashing miles.
Love’s knock had come at last,
No caution I did save,
And threw my dreams into the wind,
Just to grasp what love gave.
Walking through the heartache,
Illusions fill the mind,
Learning love is not worth leaving
Your principles behind.
I am slowly realizing that somethings are not worth throwing your heart to the wind.
Ugh. *groggy* I shouldn’t have stayed up this late for the synod.
In a world where few hearts survive,
I brush aside the tears,
Put on my smile and brightened eyes,
And hide behind the fears.