"I thought of you, where you'd gone, and the world spins madly on."
Parade my life so loudly. Wear my heart so brightly.
Nonono, I, I am not a cure. Can't I refuse to accept your title?
Quaint little haven have you, but I couldn't take a hiding there.
Oh, oh, my lovely light, you take awe and jubilee to a secret, simple level, and it brings me to my knees.
Re"interupt and be"late.
Gross.
I don't mean to be a source of fear and intimidation.
I feel like erasing most everything I have wrote in the past 4 months.
My own words are my largest source of insecurity.
I hear your mind.
It is so loud.
No one thinks kind thoughts anymore.
So, I relent to a world where you can't reach me.
Because these days, everything is scary.
3 comments:
don't be afraid
God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power and LOVE and a sound mind.
Super job Krista. Though you shouldn't be scared of things, Elmo always has your back. Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you... Do you have a tickle me Elmo? If not, we need to get you one.
"Ha ha ha. That tickles", will bring joy to anyones face.
I like you.
You are sweet.
Don't be scared.
-glYnis
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