How is it that I did not know the single set of footprints was Yours?
Am I unable to move myself without Your pace?
Do I need something more?
Is there something I lack?
Am I inadequate? Insufficient? Offtrack?
Tonight I cannot sweat this fever and my mind can't finish the race.
Gmail is turning pink with sunrise and I can't dream a dream that's worth the keep.
Eyes closed, lights off, phone silenced and yet no sleep...
2 comments:
This is obviously not writing out of happiness, but it's good writing. I like it. Sorry boo. my bed's always open :) altho i wake up a lot earlier than you. LOVES
I liked this a lot, Jenna, :]
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