Wednesday, May 6, 2009

No google necessary

I heard that God gave one sisters,
instead of big blisters,
so that one could grow strong,
knowing you're always wrong.

I know that God gave me sisters,
instead of fat misters,
so I could have angels around,
when I go into the ground.

no title

I love you.

Simple words that could fly like a kite over to you.  But I have to keep my kite anchored and secured, otherwise it will fall.  So I keep it tight, and slowly raise it, and raise it, and raise it.  Holding the line close to my heart.  Hoping that it will rise high enough so that you can see it from where you are.  And maybe you'll catch a glimpse of it one day, and you'll think of me.