He does not care about how you say it. He is not impressed by flowery statements. Just come to him with sincerity and heart.

Help.

God can handle your complaints, people can’t.

tendrilbones:

  You became my habit, you left the door wide open again. Lost with a meadowlark, you came across my heart again. You asked me what was wrong though I could not feel it. Caught between two desks you crossed the line for the fourth time and I thought you would hold my hand. Your brown eyes could have been everything but have now succumb to amoral exhortations I speak within my mind, contradicting myself as always. Looking at your lips arises the presence of need, the wanting to kiss you in private. Waking to a cold spoon on my tongue, negligence and preoccupation - not your embrace. The knowing I will see you for precisely eighty-three minutes once a day is all I have to hold, soil and grow. Alas, a sunflower cannot prosper without the hospice of a golden sky light.

(Source: observando)