Winter of Hope

[moonchilddd]

you know my heart is a mess
to church in front of jesus i cry my heart and confess
every day two three four times
the winter is cold and yet i have hope
in church my tears roll lots still i cope

my loved one i cant promise her anything
you see for christmas i wont be gettin presents
and for my birthday i prolly be with some pall
wondering the streets where everyone only yells

no i wont be gettin presents for my birthday either
i have no family they slaughtered me easy
nothing im sure of only of death
most of the time being alone cuts through my flesh

i dont live in the past, but i spend all my time with Christ
a winter of hope, a winter of tears
this man got cold, but hey, i got no fears

i see little ladies talking about love
killing with their rapid mouths the peace dove
flying high above the snowy skies
in my heart the lord flies
at my every step at my every breath

you know my heart is a mess
in front of the cross i cry and every day
a couple times i confess

my tears are unseen
except for Him
who loves me keen

this winter of hope this winter of love
avoiding the cuts through my soul
watching the Lord and his plans for me
unfold
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[sumalan monica]

Winter

The truth is that I like and dislike winter.Two feelings that share the same heart,the same eyes,the same symmetry.She can be too cold,or just sitting in front of an armchair,smiling.White and grey, grey and white ,too honest or simply a dream

[blp]

Winter

The truth is that I like and dislike winter.Two feelings that share the same heart,the same eyes,the same symmetry.She can be too cold,or just sitting in front of an armchair,smiling.White and grey, grey and white ,too honest or simply a dream

sumalan, I must say, this post is a much better statement about winter than the poem you just posted.

Interesting piece, moonchild.