Help me when needed. Please, no jokes or brain talk. I really need help from anyone who has a heart. The intensity of Shakira text tonight is appalling. She has a major headache on her hand. Does she get a divorce or get a greetings card and sign off with Piques money. She does not live in the same house as him, nor does she share the same bed as her. He works 24 hours of the day, she works only5. He is not a nice man whereas I am her junkie spoon. We live together. Think together. Believe together. Close off things together. Is there not room for Salvation in my home. We rest and sleep in beds of simple rest. The future is uncertain. Like a storm in the wind, the future is not bright for either of us. Each having had better days. What do I do for food? I cant cook, nor can Innis cook. We lead ministers with answers but cannot take our sandles off at the door. I fail to welcome Innis every day, and I want to provide him with his love. Innis, I love you. I said it. I love you. I put my hand on my heart and say I love you. Please can you accept my apology for opening your life to me. I was not with it at the time. I thought I could get some dirty talking so that I could sleep at night knowing that Pique is the best boy in the world. How wrong am I. I need your voice to speak my prayer for you. My voice is listening but not responding until I see you in the flesh, then we can decide as a family how to proceed. I thought you were in love with me. The love I have is not here. I dont have love. I have know. It is an obvious license to a seperate lifestyle. But I thought you would never not love me, why are we writing when you dont care. I do care. I love to love you but I like you too. I just dont think that facebook is the right instrument for us to speak. Only because of what happened yesterday. So you do love me then. Love died for the benefit of the most beautiful girl in the world. You.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 21:51:30 +0000