Could you tell my father.... Dear God

Dear God

Could you tell my father I miss him beyond words, and I am trying to do my best to be the man he wanted me to be, and although I have fallen several times even if I have to crawl I get back up. Could you tell him that?

Dear God 

Could you tell my father thank you, he’ll know why; and if not tell him I thought I saw it in……..well the other girl’s smile, I thought her innocence was a pure reflection of her inner beauty and a clear representation of a sign from him…..It wasn’t her… but could you tell him thank you; because when I fell so low that night and begged for that one moment of clarity…. He sent B. Just when plan A failed. You see God my father said my biggest flaw in my short life was that I never had a plan B, perhaps if I had a plan B, I wouldn’t have B. He’ll find that funny, trust me.

Dear God

Can you tell my mom I love her; and I now understand the sacrifices she made for this country and please tell her thank you. I am not mad anymore; I understand why she had to go. 

Thank you God...

Love Chris 

She is going to be my wife....

“She was gentle like a spring breeze. Kissed my chin, and I felt it beneath my skin, in the depths of my soul, in the hollow valleys of my mind, she dwells there. I painted her with words and put her up for display inside the museum of my heart…”

......Liar

You broke me
with those words,
you choked me
with the lies you fed me.
Dressed in a costume
called Truth,
with your presentation
I was obligated to believe you.