Love//

We dance
to Dean
a slow step
with smooth turns
and a little swing
what sweet joy this brings

Hate//

A moment of simplicity
where once to have a sleep over
was simply to sleep
but in creeps
this fear
of having you near
of knowing
that grown up rules
come from a different school
from a different thought
I never knew what that night
taught
till it was
and now I know
sleep overs are a no go

Love//

As I grasp ridiculously to this d--- bamboo
and you listen and pry
as I slowly let the tears
drop
and dry
you pull me in tight
and the Lord lets my heart be light

Hate//

After that moment of pain
I awoke to a stirring peace
like the cold cool rain
donned my shoes
and ran
like only a cool hearted person can
and I ran till
I
Found
peace
on a piece of pier
as the water would draw near
more lost were my thoughts
in the ebb and flow
and all that I had known
was lost
and so I went to my dear friend
to find what to do
and when we entered the store
I didn't know what for
the ladies looked at me like they did
if only they knew the pain I hid
but it was done
and there was hope
now only forward to cope

Love//

You see me smile
you see me cry
and you ask me why
and fill my heart
there is no end to this beautiful start

and as I feel like I can't push through
you help me to
Thank you ( :


Hate//

Never before seen
this change
what could it mean
now I know it is not cool
but then
then it became a tool
a way to take away the weight
of these helpings on my plate

Love//

God held my hand
and held me tight
and helped me know it would be
alright

Hate//

The next week almost crashed
into an attractive man
as only fate
can have it
he then was on the ship back to the island
we talked
numbers exchanged
if only a number had been changed
number two humiliation

Love//

As I sit still
He gives me my fill
through musical notes that
twirl in the air
and help you to care
and to move
and to dance
and to do
yes You
my creator
my lover
who helps me now
oh my beautiful maker

Hate//

Then came the one
who asked me for water
midst
a group of girls, a group of lovers
and I a friend, an other
so aptly picked
and he
the things he said
well sometimes they just don't leave my head
and when I tried to encourage
my heart he did discourage
and so onward led

Love//

You are my comforter
my strength
when life is long
you give me length

Hate//

There was one by the pier
with eyes so blue
I can still see it clear
but it was not out of compassion
but passion
that we came here
and again to the store I went
time spent
time wasted
oh the haste which you moved
if only it had behooved you to wait
to see
the soul inside of me

Love//

I pause
I wait
moving still
but inwardly
not
You, oh Lord, are all I've got

Hate//

Then came the last
and the one which had
the chance to heal
but oh what a meal
you made of my heart
torn from the very start
my spirit said clearly "not him"
but I did not see who it was
and so in I went for a swim

I gave and he took
till he took a second glance
and gave our relationship a chance
it was a push and a pull
pressed by passion
but in what fashion
because it was not love

and yet with time
there was a love that crept in
and he held me close
but it still wasn't right
and the tighter we held
the more God said
this is not the life to be led
both either hot or cold
never on the same page
lets rearrange
this
and so we did
life planned
hand in hand
to be no more
and so our hearts were spilled out on the floor
and with it
the insecurities built
up in the pain
of conversations past
oh but they held fast

others he had wanted more
hopes he had
for me
to be more
of things I could not more innately be
wanting to change
the way I see and do
what more could I do for you?

//

more lies inside and continues to hide
but these letters of love and hate are neither early or late
but in frustration laid
and love paid
I am never farther away than a prayer. 

So therein lies my heart
I am thankful for a beautiful start
every day
and I hope to honestly always say
the things of my heart and my head
honestly led to share
for those He so greatly cares
so that He might also lift you up to see
the honest conversations that could be
and in that
you can be absolutely free
by the blessings of His hope
and the giving of His Son
so fret not dear for the fight is...

won.

//

Never, never, never give up. - Winston Churchill