THIS TIME IS OURS
Sittin in the hospital as they drain my blood….12 tubes down, 4 to go…This whole “sick and we don’t know what’s wrong with you” thing is getting old
I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. My heart died at that moment.
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so this is a song that I wrote…clumsy love by Kristina Musick
I. Like. This.
It was back in October when I said it’s over and hid
Behind the phone
Behind the shame of my conviction
Beside some empty words I’m sayin
I Can hear him screamin’ now
“No baby don’t, you’re making my heart hurt
Don’t say those words
Take it back
You know you don’t mean that
And you swore when you wore my ring
It meant forever
You’ve got it on, Rae.
How can you say we lost it
Oh, you promised…”
its been so long since i’ve cried like this
hahaha almost everynight skyping with Scott.
18. Jesus. God. Love. Kisses. Volleyball. Basketball. Hockey. Soccer. Okay, any sport. Biology. Kids. Reading. French. Country. Photography. Nikon. Friends. Internet. TUMBLR. College. Missions. Christ Jesus my Savior. Isaiah 12. Florida. Connecticut. Life.
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