Finally. After so much time of abuse and being used. I can finally be happy and have a normal relationship. Built around Christ and love. It makes me so happy. Finally I can be happy and free. There are so many things that are going on, but I am so happy that you are here with me. The scariest thing to me is that soon enough I will be going into the world without having a clue. But if the person beside me is you then it is completely okay. I honestly and earnestly love you. For everything that you are and are not. You accept me as flawed, damaged, and broken as I may seem. This is for you and to us. I hope everything goes well for the rest of our time. <3
Katelyn Elizabeth and Andrew James
Friday, January 27, 2012
A little poetry at 2:38 am =]
Hanging on that tree,
He made a simple cry.
He didn't ask to be taken down, let go quickly or simply die.
He looked at the sky and said
"Dad, don't blame them, They ain't. Got. A Clue.
Forgive and love them, cause they dont know what they do.
If they did then they'd know, This aint me. It's you."
Hands pegged and feet torn
He suffered a fate
Meant for the low of the low, the worst of the worst.
It was meant for me. It was meant for you.
But perfection's a funny thing
Only came around once.
It came for one purpose One mighty goal it did fill.
There is one reason behind this lovliness we did kill.
That one day we may fall before that trees base.
On our knees we fall and God we must face.
One thing will spread among us sinners alike.
The feeling of His grace will make it all right
It makes me sing as I kneel I can shout.
Come to the cross, there is room throughout.
He made a simple cry.
He didn't ask to be taken down, let go quickly or simply die.
He looked at the sky and said
"Dad, don't blame them, They ain't. Got. A Clue.
Forgive and love them, cause they dont know what they do.
If they did then they'd know, This aint me. It's you."
Hands pegged and feet torn
He suffered a fate
Meant for the low of the low, the worst of the worst.
It was meant for me. It was meant for you.
But perfection's a funny thing
Only came around once.
It came for one purpose One mighty goal it did fill.
There is one reason behind this lovliness we did kill.
That one day we may fall before that trees base.
On our knees we fall and God we must face.
One thing will spread among us sinners alike.
The feeling of His grace will make it all right
It makes me sing as I kneel I can shout.
Come to the cross, there is room throughout.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
A Real Home
I am back where I belong.
Friends that love me and care.
I am surrounded with who I need.
And a spark of something.
Yes, no more the hiding child.
I have come home.
Friends that love me and care.
I am surrounded with who I need.
And a spark of something.
Yes, no more the hiding child.
I have come home.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
It's surreal
We spoke.
Sorta.
We used to talk all the time.
Last weekend I barely saw you
Today I didn't,
Until you told me I looked nice,
Then i just went back to talking to your little brother
Who is more my brother than yours.
You are officially my past.
And thats where I will keep you.
And finally, I am OK with that.
Sorta.
We used to talk all the time.
Last weekend I barely saw you
Today I didn't,
Until you told me I looked nice,
Then i just went back to talking to your little brother
Who is more my brother than yours.
You are officially my past.
And thats where I will keep you.
And finally, I am OK with that.
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