Oct 8, 2013

the worries l hold

driving down a one way street feul on low, don`t really know if get there on time.... got my foot to the peddle but not moving at all . .    sometimes it feels like not going anywhere at all and all the worries l hold are not mine but they tear my heart so much l get angry as l shake my hand to the Lord.    sometimes feel like days drift into one and there is no release
it just long endless difficult journey

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Perhaps it's my age, or part of the process of grieving,could simple be the time of year. But today well indeed this whole weekend. Feel...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"