from Chelsea Herrick...good times...

ANOTHER HOPELESS ROMANCE.

You want her to love you,
You want her to care.
You want her to be yours.
You think life isn't fair.

Call her everyday.
Talk for hours on end.
You know that she loves you.
But just as a friend.

You need to stop stressing.
Things need space and time.
She doesn't know herself yet.
Needs to feel she can shine.
On her own.

She needs to know she's worthy.
Needs to know she's prepared.
To give her heart and soul away.
She needs to know you'll be there.
Through it all.

Her illness makes her nervous.
She feels incabable to love.
Feels undeserving of a kiss.
And not worthy of a hug.

She doesn't understand why you chose her.
Doesn't know why you'd want to.
If you'd seen her struggle and her hell.
Would you still be standing true to her?

Feeling vulnerable.
She opens her heart to you.
Taking a chance.
Hungry for romance.

Take her heart.
She gave it to you.
Be sure not to break it.
For that would surely,
Do this girl in

written some time ago 3

life is like a circle.
Events that are the same,
but happen different times to different people.
Love is like dots on that circle,
the same courting and marriage,
but happens at different times to different people.
God is like the center of that circle,
controling all events and helping things happen,
at different times to different people.

the deep blue sea

the deep blue sea,
enraged and scorned,
tossed and turned,
ships are hurled over and under,
forever forgotten and lost.
the deep blue sea,
depths of emotions,
of tears and loss,
of stories and rumors,
and in the end is calm.

written some time ago

The world is falling down on me and there's nothing I can do.
The light that once shown from my eye, has turned to bitter dark.
My heart is slowly aching. My head is spinning round.
There's hunger from my stomach, that roars for satisfaction.
Lord, where have I gone? Why have I moved away?
It's cold here on my own. It's more than I can bear!
Who will watch my step and who will hold me?
Am I making this up or is this something real and true?
Is this really the way that I feel or is this just a made-up mood?
Lord, where are you?! I've walked too far.
I can't see You. It's cold.
Lord, Papa! I am here! Come find me!
Bring me back to You!