she thanks her Jesus for the daisies.

About Me

God is love.i love the Lord Jesus with all my heart if you pick me daisies, we will be best friends i dearly love to laugh i love just sitting in coffee shops. tomatoes and cucumbers are my favorite sweet tea is a way of life my ice-skates are my favorite pair of shoes besides bare feet i pretend i am six and visit the swings all the time i am italian and irish king george is my home where i grew up and i miss its strawberries photography, art, and writing are my passions at ihop i order a funny face pancake i am lactose intolerant i root for the red sox i really like trees if frank sinatra was still alive we would be married i enjoy play-dates you are precious in the eyes of the Lord! â™¥and in that moment i swear we were infinite.This layout was handmade with love by the folks at My space or yours? using original artwork by Marah Johnson. Go get one!

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My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

My Blog

Soffione.

Alone in a field, perfectly content on her ownBoy, you abruptly stepped up and said helloYou didn't grab a number, and didn't wait in lineSkipping over her wall in the dirt, you smiled at herSilly lit...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 23:55:00 GMT

Umbrella of Love

Scraped knees, bent over on concrete stepsSoft raindrops fall from blue eyesInside, this little girl's a broken puzzleAbandoned by her father; the boys never stuck aroundBut yet, her God is within her...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 00:41:00 GMT

The Dove In A Family Of Crows

Crows, anxiously they sit and waitTill you have taken your final blowStripped of dignity and lost all loveYou leave her, here for the perching birdsLike bees they swarm a delicate flowerThey flood her...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 00:33:00 GMT

I let you fly, but tie this heart to your string.

The trees in the yard are shedding their skinsFall displays their lovely skeleton shapesLike ghosts they parade on the grassThey march, march to meet their endTwo figures sit on a wooden bench, leaves...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 00:27:00 GMT

Unripe

Petals of rose fall from your faceDelicate they are just like your laceTough, they arn't like his handsQuiet now, as he unravels your layersThat smile as bright as New York City's lightsSilence hangs ...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 15:54:00 GMT

i will leave it in your hands

My world is closing inOn the insideBut I'm not showing itWhen all I am is crying outI hold it in and fake a smileStill I'm brokenI'm brokenOnly one can understand And only one can hold the handOf the ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 19:25:00 GMT