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"Love And Some Verses"
(Iron & Wine)
Love is a dress that you made
long to hide your knees
love to say this to your face,
"I'll love you only"
for your days and excitement,
what will you keep for to wear?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
Love and some verses you hear
say what you can't say
love to say this in your ear,
"I'll love you that way"
from your changing contentments,
what will you choose for to share?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
Beauty. More than anything else, it's beauty. That's what makes my eyes grow wider, what makes me straighten my posture, what makes me lose my breath for just a second.
"may I be weaved in your hair?" -wow.
In other news, God is so wonderful. It astounds me at how beautiful He is in my life and outside of my life. A friend pointed out to me today that we tend to ask God why bad things happen to us, which I think is good...but we forget to also ask why good things happen to us. Sometimes, I just have no idea.
I see my life slowly branching out, pieces drifting how I imagine the continents drifted. And it's a beautiful thing, you know? Not knowing where you're going or what you're doing, but knowing you're expanding.
(Iron & Wine)
Love is a dress that you made
long to hide your knees
love to say this to your face,
"I'll love you only"
for your days and excitement,
what will you keep for to wear?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
Love and some verses you hear
say what you can't say
love to say this in your ear,
"I'll love you that way"
from your changing contentments,
what will you choose for to share?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
Beauty. More than anything else, it's beauty. That's what makes my eyes grow wider, what makes me straighten my posture, what makes me lose my breath for just a second.
"may I be weaved in your hair?" -wow.
In other news, God is so wonderful. It astounds me at how beautiful He is in my life and outside of my life. A friend pointed out to me today that we tend to ask God why bad things happen to us, which I think is good...but we forget to also ask why good things happen to us. Sometimes, I just have no idea.
I see my life slowly branching out, pieces drifting how I imagine the continents drifted. And it's a beautiful thing, you know? Not knowing where you're going or what you're doing, but knowing you're expanding.