for crimes I did not commit, I have
borne wounds for the
Iniquities of Others
my
entire
LIFE
and now you,
who dared make me believe in exceptions
have proven rule
and become
my executioner
I
have
walked through fires
for you only
to have you turn away at the sight of my burns
you’d like to believe the lie
that because I am strong
I do not cry
when the truth of the matter is
it’s because you are not
that I weep
alone
Everything ok?
I have my days.
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
<3
Sad 🙁 … But what a testimony of true love.
Thank you, Joel.
I hate when that happens. It’s just sad that believing in the best can lead to sadness and tears. I know that’s how life is sometimes but it still sucks – and not in a good way. You know though, on the other hand, you would be believing in the mediocre and mediocre is for people with no heart for a grand life. I send you a big hug for every tear. XO, Jayne
xoxo
you’d like to believe the lie
that because I am strong
I do not cry
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Can’t even find the words to express how deep in my bones those words reverberated.
Somehow I knew you would understand.
{{hugs}} Oh yeah…..I understand.
Reading this, then the bronc busting analogy…..back to back ……has me wanting to send you a pair of my best cowboy boots with sharp rowel spurs attached.
The best way to bust the bronc is grab the mane with both hands and let the spurs and fur fly.
Beats tears flying…… hands down.
Wishing you well, you’re in my thoughts
Thank you, Wild.