These are just words, the truth is how you make me feel.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
The problem with omnipresence
The lover inside crawls closer,
gasping in between my own breath.
Sweeter, slower, softer,
kinder than would break God's heart;
How will you ever feel my presence,
unless you also know how it feels if I am not here?
I love this. xo
ReplyDeleteThanks Saraht, it's funny how sometimes the things I write that I love the most often draw little other interest. Glad you like it too :)
ReplyDeletesometimes we take it for granted isn't it? and then we realize what we missed.
ReplyDeletethanks for making me feel, I miss her..