punkguy_76
Feb 28, 2012 04:17
Awaken this old tired heart. A tug at the pull cord it's God shining down reminding me, forgiving sins, letting me live again.
Undeserving, I accept; Willing to start again.
The bandages on our wounds, our hands entwined forget.
To let me honor and cherish you above all the rest.
To have me having you.
A blessed place to start.
punkguy_76
Feb 20, 2012 20:23
I'm done seeking out help. It makes me feel even more like a looser talking about how people see me as invaluable, because it makes me realize that they not only might be, but probably are right.
punkguy_76
Feb 20, 2012 11:53
I've already said too much. I've said too much.
This is me in the spotlight.