My life is a mural
And God is the Artist
He adds color to every empty space of it
But somehow,
I could still feel huge empty spaces of my mural
But, I believe,
At the right moment,
At the right time,
The Artist will recognize the empty spaces
And will soon add color to them
He never runs out of paint...
Derived from:
---Saving My First Kiss---
by: Lisa Velthouse
How can this not have comments!
This is absolutely gorgeous!
It's this type of poem that people should have framed on thier bedroom walls!
It's amazing..
5/5
*gem*