MightyGriffinLord

Happy Birthday My Dear Friend <3 Since I first met you, you've grown so much. I'm grateful God put me in your life to touch. Your heart, and your mind. Your spirit and soul. I'm overwhelmed He saw fit, to bless me with this role. While I have know you, my life has evolved. There are so many things around which it revolved. But now I stand focused, my priorities set. My joy of what's been, and of what's to come yet. While I worked to fix you Christ was fixing me. Molding me into such the man I should be. So that by the time I complete you I'll be wise. We both will be beautiful and ready in His eyes. I think at times I attack y

A flight to remember, a dance in the sky. Such beautiful choreography, as together we fly. From the moment I first met you, I tried not to stare. So beautiful so lovely lonely, standing 'or there. Liiike something wounded something gentle! And I started ..to ..care. A year to remember, as time has passed by. Such wonderful conversation, interest never runs dry. And at times I still see, the pain that used to be. Only healed and smoothed over , and it brings joy to me. Caaause of the role I could play, in brightening your life day by day. Lean on me. Lean on me. Lean on me. (I'm not going anywhere) Fly with me. Fly with me. Fly

TIME: The Present, The Future, and the Gap in Between. A closed mind, a open and empty heart. For the longest time that was me. Wayward and fickle. A grain of sand on the great and vast beach called life. This grain of sand sat alone on the shore. Unsure of its purpose. Tossed to and fro, day by day by the wind, passing by the endless number of other broken down pieces of once incredible stone. These dry pieces of sand carry no life. They lay around sleeping and disheartened. Disheartened till either dragged deep down to the depths by the tide, or temporarily shaped and molded for a time before plummeting to their inevitable demise. Drowning

Numbness, Thin Red Lines, Razor Blades, and A Bleeding Soul To exchange light for darkness. Life for death. To trade your pain and anguish for numbness, yes for nothing. A nothing so great it swallows you. Craving it pulls at your soul as a black hole pulls the brightness of day. A pressure so powerful it penetrates deep in the skin. Leaving a thin red line, out of mind out of sight. Carefully hidden, physically and within. Welcome to the masquerade. To hide ourselves we wear a face. This face we wear, it knows no fear. It despises no one, it holds no one dear. As it rejects it is also rejected. A face painted red so when the soul silently s