Letters From A Dead Girl: (Poetry Book)

Take a peek at a journal of a girl, remembered in the breeze, gone with the wind, confessing her love for her Savior. Day 48   The bathroom is the meeting place of all my insecurities, fears, tears, and overthinking We’re all there stealing glances at each other until You catch my eyes and put me into perspective I don’t need to be lost at sea I don’t need to be tossed by winds and waves ‘Just let me in your arms,’ I say Your blue-ice (eyes) staring back at me rob my attention and steal me away oh handsome Savior! I will dwell in this moment   Day 93   You’re the boy with the charming smile A personality to befriend me And stand by my side Pushing me out my bed of mud Pulling me up Your mountain Automatically in love It’s a long and hard way But we made it up here By the way, You and I have gone a long way through the hard days the highs and lows but we had kept at it

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