” jesus saw me"
jesus saw me

you saw my fate

you seen my life,

your my father,brother

and my friend, show me the way.

my friend the lord, take my hand,

and live inside of me.

You and i said

Over and over again

U are the one that i love

-

Saying that to me

Anytime we talked.

I feel so great bout my self.

Day by day i couldn’t wait to

talk to

You. my heart always said i am

Only for you.

U as well thought i

Was your only, but

I found our

Love is gone.now i am very

Lonely.But you always told me you willn’t

Never brake my heart.As

‘

Time goes bye i want you to know

Before you say good-bye i

a heart beat

do you hear that?
a beatting noise when your

near me? i hope so cause

it only beats for you.

do you hear the beatting

of the pain when you broken

my heart?????

beatting and bleeding,

everytime i breath.

do you hear the beatting

of sorrow when your near?

do you? when you near,

as you see i am lost and

forrgoten.

i died,but ididn;t die, just

my heart.

do you hear it?
it only beats and bleeds from you

3:My heart is crying

everytime i speak

my heart is crying.

everyday when i am forgotten,

my heart is crying.

when i talk i cry, evern if i seem

happy,but i am not cause

my heart is crying.

everytime i breatheveryday whe i am hurtwhen i am alive i am sad

as my heart beats

it cries,

as my heart beats it

screams.

as my heart beat it says

its in pain,

only everday when i am alive i

am sad.

my

2:As you look

when you look throw me what do you see?

when you look throw my eyes, heart and soul?

you see sorrow.

As you see me

i laugh and smile,but i always a, crying in my heart.

if you see in my mine, u see laughter and smiles, but if

you look throw my heart you see sadnness and sorrow.

AS you look in my eyes you see sorrw, but

what eles can you see?

look close and find that i am crying.

tears of blood down my cheast and in my heart.

this is the winding castle
of wet brick
crying sirens,
late sleepers in empty
rooms. teasing curtains
part in dim lamp light,
illuminating fast sneakers
with their starched ruffles.
to find the lord for these
grounds, you think,
would mean howling miles
and screeching
tires, ducking the neon lit
arms that swing in a
clumsy brail of the damned,
silky echoes of wet wind
markered with twilight’s
frigid grin. and you are right–
but near chipped gutters,
between torn fences,
you may find him at last