Copeland - Take Care
keep that sweet heart of yours beating
i’ll be right there
always.
Copeland - Take Care
keep that sweet heart of yours beating
i’ll be right there
always.
i went with a friend tonight to a church attended primarily by twenty-somethings. oh man, i’ve been looking for the right place and finally i feel like i found it. everyone was so stoked on honest & raw biblical teaching and it showed and oh my word it was so fuggin sweet.
They will call you naive and overzealous, and you must reply, “I am merely bold and adventurous, much like the baby bird who leaps from the cliff despite the absurdity inherent in the thought of flight to one whom has only known land.” They will deem you arrogant, and you must insist, “My confidence stems from a deep sense of self, the likes of which I can only hope you will discover within your own heart.” They will swear you are mad, and you must shout for all to hear, “While your own may be sadly crippled by self-doubt and fear, my madness is miraculous and knows no limits.” Be not afraid of what they will think, say, or do, but instead of what you may be allowing them to take away from you.
it was late into the night and you told me to go go sleep sleep if i needed to. i drifted off into my own little world of sheets and half-lucid dreams. when i was still for quite a while, you rolled over and said “i love you.” those words awoke me and i smiled, about to say something in return until you added “i will always love you.”
this love, i can’t get enough.
so in love it’s almost unbelievable.
ah. oh my gosh that’s incredibly kind of you to say… thank you.
man, it’d be so nice to be able to run into you around town. i don’t even know where you’re from! do tell.
I only need the safety that exists when your arms are around me, combined with the silence that says more than your words do. I only want long looks and trails of your script on my arms, mirrored thoughts and warm hands, reminders of everything that was almost lost and hearts that can’t keep quiet no matter how much we hush them. I’m never going to look at you the same, I’m never going to see nights like these, stars like those, without seeing you, and I like it that way. I like you this way.
Where have I been? Living and loving as if they’re the same thing.