When I was thirteen,
did I want to be in love
as I do now? Where I want
to let my guard down to a guy
and share my love for You &
watch us grow together. One
conversation, and then again.
one hand held, one laugh, one
cry until we bloom. Not that the
silly butterflies where my inside
keep my feelings cocooned &
nervousness takes flight only
to die in the height of infatuation, but the
patience that takes hold, root.
I don’t want to let hope die, Lord. Can
You show me this guy if he is here to
build up. I don’t understand
anymore, Lord. Nothing makes
sense and I’m lost with a somewhat
my heart & a wonder if
Anything is real. If anything
within the past few days
is You or an imitation of light.
I’m duped so easy. But I didn’t
seek this out, it found me. And
left me in shock that I am seen.
I am remembered. I am lost.
I want a friendship to bloom.
I am afraid. But also okay. Guide my