Treasure Island

Your Pusha


Dear God


The morning sun shines though the window glass 
I left my eyes towards the sky and to God I begin to ask
Dear God please help what is the path I should take 
Should I keep this life this love this man or forsake

Just Like the rain that pours on a stormy day
The tears from my eyes fall I can't wipe them away
They burn my cheeks with sadness and my eyes puff up 
I can't see through this madness but I can't give up

Dear God please I love him with all of my heart
Please God help him see that I'm the missing part
I cant breathe my hands they shake and my heart is  hurt
Dear God please don't let him decide me to desert

Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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