Dear God,
This year, Christmas is going to be an odd and probably disappointing time. I suppose I’ll get some nice presents and I’ll have a few laughs. But the problem is, I won’t be with him.
All I really want, God knows, is him.
Just to hold him,
Just to intertwine with him,
Just to tangle my fingers with his,
Just to lean my head on his,
Just to feel him stroke my hair,
Just to hear his voice in my ear,
Just to feel his breath on my face,
Just to hear his heartbeat,
Just to lean on his chest,
Just to let him lean on me,
Just to support him,
Just to know that he relies on me,
Just to lay by him,
Just to watch the stars with him,
Just to spend some time with him,
But Dear God, most of all, what I’d like for Christmas, is to kiss him.
And I know, that I’ll never get what I want, I know that I’ll never do these things; but please God if I can’t have them.
At Least Let Me Dream Them.
and make it realistic
Amen
Let My Dreams Be Realistic
November 22nd, 2008 at 09:39pm