Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Knock, knock.
Knock on my door.
I slept,
but my heart is awake.
My lover is knocking on the door.
I chose to walk through the door to love
and not walk pass it.
I'll walk every road in the maze
just to find where you are.
To lead you out from lost.
I rather be weak
and be in your arms.
Rather than
Trying to be strong
and stand alone,
allowing pride to consume me.
Written by me(but inspired from Thomas Hanson's talk)
silenced at 5/20/2009 10:51:00 PM
