2/17/2009

Writing a letter, hoping things will get better.

Wanting to fight, too...tired, this aint right.

So sad and lonely though you are by my side.

Prayers to abide with you forever....this word seems so permanent...Heaven sent, sometimes....

Trying not to cry or wonder why....simply lovesick, and it shows.

All the woos of being in love like a teen, seeing the unseen and choosing to ignore.

Sick of this chore.

So can you help me keep it clean?

God, what does all this mean?

Cuz, I don't know, so, I'm writing you this letter...praying things will get better.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Couldn't think of a title, this just came off the dome.

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