Thursday, January 6, 2011. Do we really believe in His Word? This is the first post of a series of 3 posts.

What if I traced love all over your arms. Wrote a note with lipstick on your back. Recited poems with my lips on your neck. Gave you butterfly kisses all over your chest. And I put my arms around you. And you know what occurred to me? I feel sick,.

jus now my grandma cracked a joke abt vitamins and they were both laughing. But compared to your eyes,. Nothing shines quite as bright. And when we look to the sky, its not mine, but i want it so.

If only i had an enemy bigger than my apathy, i could have won. I have a habit of wandering,. Therefore i get lost a lot. Sometimes the right thing to say,. Not all who wonder,.

I love you, babe. Thank you for being the one who is there for me. Thank you for getting me to believe in love once again. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis, too. When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.