Theirs always some reason to feel not good enough
they float around in my heart
running from hotel room to hotel room
hiding certain scars & exposing the easy ones
Everywhere they turn is another close call, another pointless event
and through all of this mess… all this chaos I can still hear you calling
I can hear the sadness in your exhales as you search for me
Are you just words in a book?
Are you only history?
Because that’s all I feel you as…
your touch seems to implanted under everyones skin but my own…
your love (in my own mind) has missed me tonight
I left no mark on my door but still death passed by… why?
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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