Seeing ones self through anothers perspective can often feel like sand paper on brick...
Sometimes i feeel like Yeshua sent you to help make me better, Others i think you enjoy giving my ego these suttle snips.
Worry about me more than i worry about myself; sometimes thoughts of work, business,and wealth push thoughts of you to my minds back shelf.
Always returning however... Desire ever burning however ... filling my cerebrum with visions of now and forever. Filling my heart with warmth and worry all together.
Warmth for the good times and worry for the bad... warmth for our private times and worry for the sad ... warmth for the quiet times and worry for the loud ... Together on good days we are joy ... together on bad days were a little foul...
But i love it i must admit ... our insanity along with the serenity of it all ... Our livid arguments, gentle kisses, the great rises ... however low the falls