Pocket

I put a note
In my pocket
Hid my heart
Made sure to lock it

Someday maybe I
Will read It to you

Too many things
I hide
Remember this
I lie
And will push you
so far away
Some of us
weren’t made for love

That battle is to much
for me to fight

Remember that note?
It has your name

On your heart

Breaking mine into a million pieces

I remember seeing Christ all over you

And now I’m so afraid of what you are becoming

But I am future tripping I was told today,

God has hold of you

He is never going to let you go

His plans for you are good

And who knows how your journey will be

But know I love you

And wait for the day you come back to me

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Job needed:  able companion Skills: able to look into the heart of the Tardis, fight Daleks with baseball bat, able to keep Jelly Babies handy, good with Sonic Screwdriver Payment needed: planets, time travel, adventure, and danger

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A flood of activity

Objective:  Archive my little stories, heartaches, and victories. Save them from decaying notebooks and tattered bits of scrap paper.

Most of my posts are a collective of older poetry. Although I am currently without a muse, I feel the need to save the moments when I have been capable of heart felt emotion towards individuals other than my offspring. Please enjoy, but if the reader has some connection to me, do not cast yourself as the leading role.

xoxo

Mexican Standoff

All this time you had the upper hand, but you made a mistake, showed me all your cards… Pulled my hair then pulled away, so this is where I draw the line in the sand. Because, I know you are getting something from me you can’t ever get from them. So, touch every body that lays bare to you. Mine is a temple that excepts no less than worship. Spend all their goods they are worthless paper here, the only currency I will accept is your heart. You are so stubborn and scared and I hope that doesn’t hurt you in the end. My attention is only deserved so long then my heart will fade from you. You will never have me the way I can see you want. I guess this is what they call a Mexican standoff.