How about coffee, drinks, dinner, a movie, for as long as we both shall live?
Friday, December 18, 2009
loves last words are mostly red
and linger on and on instead
of vanishing away from thee
a hardened heart with no retreat
And when the words are lastly spoken
and thoughts are left alone to end
the hold that keeps my soul in prison.
My love, My Savior, who bled for sin.
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