These past few months,
I've become silent,
Everyone who knew me knows that.
It's not that I have nothing to share about my life,
It's because I'm picking up the pieces I torn in my soul,
And I'm building it up again,
Little by little,
Night by night.And you'll going to realize your mistakes when you're awake in midnight,
A time when everyone is asleep,
When the lights are off,
And the sound you only hear is silence,
And you're wide awake thinking "what is wrong with myself?"
Heavy breathe,
God sent a people to guide you,
He knows what you need,
Don't ask yourself,
Instead pray and pray and pray,
The pastor said to me "when you're in fear. Pray. When you started to feel the fear again. Pray again. Continue the cycle until you overcome it."
Give up all your possession,
Accept the fact that you can't do it alone,
But with God, you can do everything.
Let God appoints you to what you are meant to be,
But first,
Let God heal you from the wounds of past,
From the promises that he broke,
From the friends you think you can't live without,
From the painful words that stuck on your mind,
Let God erase eveything in your heart,
And start over again,
It's not too late,
To be brand new.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.