Now I understand why it never worked with anyone else, because it was supposed to be you all along. God really saw me at my lowest point in life and said here’s the girl you’ve been praying for, don’t mess it up. I was going to read Proverbs 31, but I realized I could just study you instead. I don’t love you because it is easy, I love you because even in difficulty my heart never questions, it only reaches for you. Every time I look at your pictures, I just wish I could pull you out of them and hold you tight in my arms. In a world full of choices, I kept choosing you.

oh the shades of blues
the blacks are quite an accent
I await the hues oh yellows and greens
with excited anticipation

twice the size it used to be
it looks like stay puffs hand
with layers upon layers of gauze
and bands
single keys each one I press
none of this is meant to impress
only that I do better typing one finger then ten
so now I come to sudden end

The quiet screams at me
it echoes and surrounds
emptiness within these walls
nothing stirs but I

Images and imagination running rampant
searcing for a place to land and take seed
but there is only one that breathes
with a fertile mind
to plant a seed

How long must this go on?
before the rest of me
is gone
how long,how long

My interest piqued
I read
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It said:

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Steaming jungle darkly wrapped
closing in, keeps him trapped

Sounds of life and of death
he holds his screams and nervous breath
Life crawls by, touching him
he holds his bowels, filled to brim

Eyes strain to see through blinding gloom
trying to guess whence comes his doom
darker blackness slides closer still
waiting for the chance to kill

Senses tuned to ultimate
this is as good as it gets
Emotions roil filling him with life
as he holds the ebon bladed knife