Skip to main content

Keeping the Peace

She was the dream I always had,
always in the back of my mind.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about us.
So my heart is filled with regret,
She is as beautiful as ever I bet.
I can still smell her on my pillow,
and in all of my sweaters.
I can still see her standing in the doorway,
her image just won't fade.

And if I could cross that line,
I would touch her lips oh so soft with mine.
And hold her closer then I ever did before.
I would wipe away all her running tears,
and scare away all of her fears.
I would do whatever I could to keep the peace. 
I would be the lover she want me to be.

Her beauty exceeds this reality,
So is this real or am I dreaming?
Oh how I miss her touch,
All of her compassionate love.
I miss the times we would laugh,
But now this doesn't happen.
Are these maybe memories?
Am I living inside of my head?
So are you really here with me,
Or am I losing my everything?

And if I could break the rules.
I would touch her lips oh so soft with mine,
And hold her closer than I ever did before.
I would wipe away her running tears,
And scare away all of her fears,
I would do whatever I could to keep the peace. 
I would be the lover she wanted me to be.

This world is blowing up,
And everything is caving in,
but I want nothing but to be hers.
I want to brush her hair as she falls asleep,
I want to be there when everything goes wrong.
I want to spend the long mornings.
and all the long nights with her.
She is the angel through my eyes.
And I would cherish every moment this time.

And if this dream was real.
I would touch her lips oh so soft with mine,
And hold her closer than I ever did before.
I would wipe away her running tears,
And scare away all of her fears,
I would do whatever I could to keep the peace. 
I would be the lover she wanted me to be.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The End Times?

You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of birth pains. (Matthew 24:6-8; Mark 13:7-8 NIV).Mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God -- having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them. (2 Timothy 3:1-5 NIV). But the day of the Lord will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything in it will be laid bare. (2 Peter 3:10 NIV). An

Being Happy

Question; if you had one month to live could you truly be happy with your life? Maybe you lost something along the way. Maybe you completely ruined your lives by the choices you made. Honestly, I think we get so caught up with what we have done in our lives that it’s not really as important as we make it out to be. It’s not about boasting about all the accomplishments you have done or your wall of degrees. We feel that we need to be this machine in order to be this sinless person. We live believing that by the works I have done, that is what’s going to get me into heaven. I notice a lot of people in my city that go to help feed the homeless, but they come in and they feed, and then go home. What is wrong with this picture? Jesus sat with the homeless; eat with them, fellowshipped with the homeless. We can’t truly understand or relate with what people have been through unless we get down to their level. I feel like if this is the way people are severing God than it is all wrong. If yo

All I Need

Dropped to his knees, He sits reaching for freedom, Tears fall from his tired eyes. I do believe, I do believe, You are all I need. His already broken heart shatters again. As he reaches for those once empty pieces, They turn into dust… Here he lays begging and pleading, Let me see you’re beauty, Take my hand and lead me, Because I do believe, I do believe, You are all I need. My soul longs for your presence, You can have what is left of it. Mold me into your beauty, Because I do believe, I do believe, All I need is Jesus.