We sit and reminisce, controlled by emotions. Looking for the perfect songs to describe and define these times. Instead of changing who we are and moving forward. Doesn’t mean we’ve moved on, just means we learn our worth. Though we try to stay close, distance is the prescription. You’re my addiction but you are not my home. My soul is destined to revolve in focus of God. Lessons learned so in turn I discern. My home is where my heart is and only God can fill that void. Poetry in motion and I just want you to know, youre not my world but you are my moon. Ocean calming me with tunes. You can spell out these letters I write. Our connection is beyond time so I put my trust in God. Only he can decide what will happen between me and you.
Letters to You