Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Written in an orange notebook

It's a trait of animailia, to idolize their young
so instinctually you gravitate to me as if I'm the only one
Whose personality could stand to be remodeled and redone
cause I'm a youth
And although I don't condone it, I've been high more times than you have.
My family all drinks alcohol and sometimes I do too.
We'd have a ball if you could recall that my concerns are very few
but I'm a youth

Happy, shiny christians shouldn't exist. We were meant to suffer, to give ourselves completely and serve until we think there is nothing left to give and nothing more through which to suffer. We bend and bow, and then we break. And we stay broken until we learn to value what He values. But maybe our hearts never mend, maybe the world will always break my heart. This is stupid.

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