Love me now, don't ask what if. Like the sands of time, my time is slipping. It's slipping at a faster rate then I wanted it to. God needs me sooner and I've made my peace with his decisions. I know this may seen difficult to comprehend, but questions are mundane at this point. Hold my hands close, don't ask why. Kiss my lips softly and whisper you'll never say goodbye. Wipe the lonely tear that is slowly running down my cheek. Realizing our forever has gotten cut short. Hug me tight and don't ask when. Just love me with the time we have been given. Even if this seems like a moment, I have loved you my whole life. My Angel, My Smile, My Rescue. Infinity
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Isabel Ana Zavala
Have been loving to write since a child. Never got anything published, I write more for myself. My everyday life. My children, My illnesses. The darkness we all have, The lightness we all want.
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Questions
As children we ask big questions to try and make sense of the world. As adults we offer answers without proof. In reality, there isn't any single answer. We all must walk our own paths and find our answers to our truths. If we were meant to be in each others lives, we will find each other. When our paths become one, we find our proof, we find our truths, we find our answers. It's not about the answers themselves, it's about how you get those answers, the paths you took, the new friends and lovers you made along the way. As kids, all we think about how big our world is but we fail to really comprehend the enormitiy of it all. At the end of the day, proof is what you personally believe, not something materialistic... My proof are my words.
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
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