Let me follow your destiny,
The one you designed for me.
My life;
every breathe,
every heartbeat,
Is a letter written to you.
My life is your channel,
Through which your blessings flow.
Use me, use me, use me.
Each little print,
a prayer fulfilled.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Perfect Dishormony
The stillness of a starless night,
Bear witness to hearts beating,
in perfect disharmony,
orchestrated by life's parody:
we seek so much of what we can't have
loving hearts reaching out,
but hearts set in stone,
useless to the bone.
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