finding god
You don’t become God by ascending. You become God by being broken where no one comes to rescue you. There is no father sitting on the throne, waiting to give you a helping hand a
we stayed together, for the love of Christ
and one day our home will hold a thousand memories our bedroom will learn our names the way we’ve learnt each other’s lingo. the bedframe will remember our weight and la
a better world
in this world, doors are left wide open because trust is as common as furniture, neighbours know each other’s names, and the sound of each other’s pain. a missed rent calls for
MY FATHER’S SON
I promise you I’ll sweep you off your feet Just like Cole did Julie I’ve seen it, The way he held her hand Like it was the only map He ever needed The way
Will Sad Boys Smile Again?
Will sad boys ever smile again? Will they get the chance to blow raspberries on daddy’s beer belly again? Will they ever get cheeses by hearing their parents call their nickname?
TO BE A BETTER LOVER
When I said I loved you, I should have tattooed your name on my chest in place of my mother’s. When I said I loved you I should have consistently sent handwritten letters. When I
I FOUND MY WAY BACK
The year is 2016. I have unrealistic dreams of loving someone’s daughter flawlessly. To the point where she would feel all the love in my heart and pour it back out in return. Th
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