They say "it is the little things"
That I know is true
Of all the little things
Best by far is you

The little things done for me
Each and every tiring day
The moments that stick with me
Take my breath away

Awakening to morning kisses
Start my a.m. right
Smile on your handsome face
In my direct sight

Writing cute sweet poems
Impress on holidays
One example of how you won me
With your charming ways

Buying fragrant flowers in February
This year a sparkly touch
Added a little something extra
Red roses weren't enough

Those "Goodmorning beautiful" texts sent
Distance kept us apart
Shirt smelling like you to keep by my side
You could only be close to my heart

How we joke with eachother
Nightly call me the meanest names
Insults are merely teasing
Others plain don't understand our games

This morning danced around to a rap song
Wearing a smile and underwear
Made me Eggo waffles for breakfast
Thank you babe for showing you care

I guess I owe a multitude
Of little moments like that
The kind small tokens of love
You work to complete each act

So I must try with all my might
A simple girl to prove
That I love you though you outnumber me
In little things but will you help me improve?

As a kid, I fill
notebooks
with beginnings of
diaries -

This summer,
I promise,
I will write every day.

But all these
beginnings
I leave without
endings,

leave so many
stories
incomplete
on the page.

While my words
are still
waiting,

I keep
ticket stubs,
photographs,

wedged
between
pages,

fragments
without
narrative,

except in my head.

I mourn  
moments
unwritten,

as they slip
between
floorboards,

and sink below
oceans
of everyday
things.

But months,
and years,
since I wrote the first
sentences,

made a promise of
more
that I never did keep,

I still find the small
scrap
with a sketch of a
seashell,

and stand for a
moment
with my toes
in the sand.

Though my
words
never came
with
specifics in sentences,

not everything
unwritten
is forgotten,
is lost,

And a fragment
can function
as a map
to a memory,

And my past
summer self
is with me
again.

With His Love, we can handle
all things; He strengthens us
and we possess a hope in Him.
We can endure, in the power
of His Name! Our Lord, Jesus,

has reminded us to not delight
in evil things; instead, we’re
to persevere in all things. Let
us honor, trust and praise Him!
We’re to be in constant cheer…

since He overcame this World!
Therefore, let’s live as those,
who are mighty and victorious,
in His precious Name! Snares of
our souls are broken; expose

your doubts and repent of them!
Nothing will separate us, from…
His Love and Salvation; become
more than a conqueror! We’re to
press forward for His Kingdom,

until His, mighty return!

he was intelligent
but he was a damaged one

she was kind
but she was a complicated one

they were almost in love
but their story wasn't made for this life

I used to own a bottle
of pieces of my self
And as I grow
The bottle broke
Like stars making out

I used to own the hat
of the likes of us
And sit in comfort
As we hang
on the ceiling rat

I used to own a book
of people I love
But time
Tore it apart, over and over
without care

I used to light a fire
of my passion and heart
As others take warmth
Without their sorry faces
Smiling in the dark

I used to see a light
of life as it passed
but lately I see
The shadow that's left
Swallowing my whole

I used to own a lot of things
Now I own nothing
And maybe that's who I am
Maybe that's the pieces of my love
as I am
without you...