As I woke today
I thought of you..
This is nothing new
You fill my heart and head
with thoughts of bliss…….
To the world we are nothing new.
to each other like a pair of shoes
Oh how I wait for the day
to step on your feet
to a sunday morning beat…..
THE FOUNDATION OF MARRIAGE (my definition..that is)
1. Love
2. Trust
3. Respect
How can i build (work) on something where the FOUNDATION has been shaken? He keeps trying to convince me that our “house” is fixable.
Why do i feel like there is a “CONDEMNED” sign dangling from our front door? Oh God here i go……….
little pig built her house out of straw
was blind to the danger that everyone else saw
worked so diligently to build her dream
lived a happy life…..or so it seemed
wolf was univited and asked not to stay
that fueled his anger so he blew it all away
little pig…little pig….let me in
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY CHIN CHIN!!!!!!!! jrn
There once was a man
who had not one fan
(burned every bridge that he crossed)
He’d yell and he’d bark
his fists would make marks
(was a self proclaimed boss)
He’d break things in two
kick things with shoes
(and didn’t think it was much of a loss)
couldn’t keep the promise he made
content with the game being played
(Twenty years in the garbage he tossed)
JOY ROSE
Beginning life as a simple pine log, Pinocchio is given to a man called Maestro Ciliegia, who plans to carve him into a leg for his table. When he begins, however, a little voice cries, “No, you hurt me!” Disturbed by the talking log, Maestro Ciliegia continues to carve the piece of wood, when again the little voice wails its pain. Becoming frustrated and confused, Maestro Ciliegia eventually gives up trying to carve the wood
my heart is dark and black
odds against me stacked
ugly on the inside and out
my mind screams and shouts
no joy just sorrow
no hope for tomorrow
smiles that are fake
die for heaven sake
JOY ROSE
I DONT RESPECT YOU
you’ve abused me
you’ve betrayed me
you’ve used me
you broke my heart, not once, not twice, but seven times seventy seven
I DON’T TRUST YOU
you’ve abused me
you’ve betrayed me
you’ve used me
you broke my heart not once, not twice, but seven times seventy seven
I DON’T LOVE YOU
you’ve abuse me
you’ve betrayed me
you’ve used me
you broke my heart not once, not twice, but seven times seventy seven
YOU CRUSHED ME YOU BROKE ME
SEVEN TIMES SEVENTY SEVEN
JRN
matt.18:22 and how many times shall we forgive? Jesus answered him, “I tell you, not just seven times, but seventy times seven.
