How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.