Silence is burning a hole in my mind
In all the noise, the solitude; both my friend and enemy
My countenance has fallen and I don't know why
Why anything
Apathy overcomes, complete indifference
And yet the irony is, I loathe my apathy
Two pumps, country bass and polka dots
I find myself wandering, searching for balance
Patent hope mesmerizes, so close yet so far
Spanish cities remind me of what's meant to be
I know you hold me, I want to feel it
I know you hold me, I want to feel it
Persimmon, dandelion, licorice, chalk
They are precious
Surely even the birds have food
Much more I, much more I
Greatness seen by lilies
Their tender demeanor and fresh dew
This is a song I wrote about 6 weeks ago or so... just thought I'd put it out there.
new every morning.
who am I?
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I belong to Jesus. He created me before the world began with a purpose my mind can't fully understand. He allowed me my first breath roughly 25 years ago, and he's been faithfully pursuing and capturing my heart each day since. This is intended to be a place to flesh through the journey I am on to pursue him.
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4 comments:
Do you write poetry often?
i want to hear you sing it!
I like this, while I think the font is MUCH to small for my terrible eye sight... the words are bold... good job!
Beautiful, Ashlea.
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