I feel your love.

About being lost.

I let you take control.

It is just a new way to fall apart.

A poem I made about wanting to do something, but in the end you get scared so your heart takes a step off the edge.

The Earth is soaked
with blood and tears ….

Not everyone wants to go to Heaven…

They missed every warning sign.

You don’t want to stir my dark side.

What happens to those who rise high above, who begin by using their God-given talents for others and then lose sight of the One who blessed them?