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Link reblogged from only after disaster can we be resurrected
When he saw her, he wanted to be with her; when he was with her, he ached to touch her; when he touched even her hand, he wanted to embrace her. He wanted to feel her against him the way that he had in the attic. He wanted to know the taste of her skin and the smell of her hair. He wanted to…
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Link reblogged from Pieces of My Heart
You’re not a man
running from your flesh and blood
Traded it all for “freedom”
Fatherhood isn’t a part time job
You don’t even get an A for effort.
I needed you and you weren’t there
When the world beat my ass, you weren’t there.
When I was hurt
When I was cold
When I was… -
There is still hope for my weary soul
so plead me not guilty and plead me not judge
Your condemnation has proven too much.
My mere mortal self be neither perfect nor un-perplexed
with wounds that run deeper than ocean wrecks.
My scars faint, like the white,frothy foam
that leaves its trails along the shore.
Your twisted boney finger has once again spoken
and managed to make me feel once again open.
But stop
Fret not my fighting foe
For i hear your sacred thoughts also you know
When you think your alone with no one there
I know what your saying not that I should care
But your words are just as bitter
your heart cold and numb
Dont be so judgemental
just because you can.
