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.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Something familiar
She walks not in the shadows of her past.
She wanted to, in fact she had insisted upon it,
knowing that she could find comfort in something familiar.
Her past.
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