Wednesday, September 11, 2013

My Dearest Steven, I'm Having A Bad Day

My Dearest Steven, I'm having a bad day. Why did you have to go and die? You came into my life and saved me from myself. When bad things happen, you are there to talk to. When I cry, you hold me. When I fall, you get down with me. When I overreact, you tell me I'm overreacting.

I've have this bad day happening Baby, and I can't stop crying. I'm on the floor, and you're not here to talk to or hold me. You're not on the floor with me. And don't even try to tell me I'm overreacting.

1 comment:

  1. I will lift you in prayer today Denice. Hugs.