confessions
"We are His meaning,"
His only Son reads to us,
"And He is our truth."
just think, type, submit.
every poem is anonymous.
I know I love him
Because I can't stop crying.
Come home, come home. Please.
at 12:52 PM
Two different people
Living here with the same heart,
The same mind, same soul.
at 11:05 AM
I've been so obsessed
With the sense of smell lately...
It can change your life.
at 1:32 AM