Higher Power ABC
Above all. Beautifully boundless. Caressing chaos. Driving delicately. Exquisite in. Finding forgiveness. Gentle & gifted. Happy to honor. Insightful. Joker. Kind-kicker. Loving & living in all, yet.
<3 opuss: where my world through words, meets yours
Above all. Beautifully boundless. Caressing chaos. Driving delicately. Exquisite in. Finding forgiveness. Gentle & gifted. Happy to honor. Insightful. Joker. Kind-kicker. Loving & living in all, yet.
On this Thanksgiving day I close my eyes and begin to pray Something I don't do enough I thank God for all this love Thank you for this innocence Thank you for new found bliss More wonderful than I...
Her eyes sparkle in the dark and light. Her hair blows on a windless night. Her hands smell of sugary lemon drops. Her smile knows of reindeer on rooftops. Her laughter sounds of playing children.
I'd make you so happy. Just give me that chance. You keep walking towards me. I fall into that simple trance. I feel my cheeks get so red. We should just be together. Waking up in your bed.
I saw your smile in the mirror today. I thought of things I had forgotten about. Could my smile make you feel the same way. Would your thoughts take the same route.
Another hug, another kiss,. Another night of simple bliss. This happiness is tempting. This loneliness is losing. My head is spinning round. My heart goes on to pound. Watch me as I lose my feet.
Sense the despair this night. You know you bring on this fight. Bleed to cool the boiling. This hot sensation from inside. Bleed to stop the spoiling. And hang on for this ride.
The days go by as they always do Thoughts, tears, decisions of new Today is different, not sure how What to do, where to go, here and now Happy here, the wings help me fly Pain here, not sure why I...
What was she missing Now she's gone and I'm wishing There was more to say And the price I pay She left it all behind She said she made up her mind I can't see her eyes Why she didn't compromise She...
Why doesn't anything rhyme with Orange. Orange is a color and a fruit - it's multi-talented. It's bright, it grows. You drink it, you eat it, you paint with it.
I hear the train pass by again. Slowly I fall back into memories of then. Of all the things full of sin. And how I let it all seep in. I thank the powers for making this so.