Missing You

Missing You                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Playing on the swing                                                                                                                  feeling the cold air rush through my hair                                                                         made me think of the fun thing’s                                                                                      we used to do together                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Missing you every second of the day                                                                                         sometimes when I really miss you                                                                                      I can smell the sweet smell                                                                                                        of the cookies we would eat                                                                                                      at the park every Saturday                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        All these thoughts go through                                                                                                 my head when someone mentions                                                                                              your name, like that day I                                                                                                          found out you were killed                                                                                                          all of the tears                                                                                                                               in my eyes that day                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Playing on the swing, missing you                                                                                              but knowing your in a better                                                                                                      place….                                                                                                                                                                       – Serenity Johns –

The World Around Me

 I frog wake up  every morning wandering were I belong in this world,what purpose I serve….

I fear that there may be no reason for me to be here, so I set of to find my reason.

I go to rabbits house its dry and under ground!….no place for me here.

I go to fox’s house , it was also in the ground and lots and lots of dirt and I started breathing slower and slower …. time for me to get out, no place for me there.

I go to to bears house, cold, hard rock floors, dark scary…… no place for me here.

I stop swish my tongue out of my mouth catch a delicious fly,then…at that moment I realized I am here to keep the fly’s away……

I wake up every morning knowing were I belong in this world, what purpose I serve…….

Talk about love

LOVE ( ha) its kind of crazzy. People sing about love, talk about love, and write about love. some people all they think about is love!!! 😮  I have got to say you can have  a crush on someone with out being so ooooeeegoooeee  about some one, but thats just my opinion.

Most people don’t figure out that there are different kinds of love. Such as: God love (agape), family love, friend love, lustful love, puppy love, and marriage love. True love is a decision, not just an emotion.All I can say is, lets talk about love.