in memory of our Prophet.

Today was a crazy day. From the time i can remember, President Gordon B. Hinkley has been leading, teaching and giving us council. Today he passed away, to join the ones he loved and served on the other side of the veil. We will always remember the amazing things he taught us and he will always be in our hearts. These pictures were from tonight at the temple, where a huge group of people met to sing hymns and pay tribute to our amazing Prophet. The spirit we felt there was amazing. At the end we all knelt down together, strangers from all over the place, and said a prayer. I have never felt anything so amazing. I am blessed to have been able to have that experience. The pic's are of my room mates, britt wulf and demri, and my friend andrew. We had a great time. :D:D

i read of you

I never read.
I like to read,
But I never do.

A fiction novel stole my attention,
Caught my eye
so, I decided to read.

I never expected the words
written on numbered pages in black ink,
would mirror a twisted version
of my life. My love.

Is this why I refuse to read?

Somehow,
I feel the same pain as her,
The same joy.
I endure the same trials.

however the burning comes as
I read of his golden brown eyes.
You have his eyes.
I read of these eyes, how they hold her gaze
You hold my gaze
You always have

I can’t stop reading

I read of his perfect skin
His enchanting voice

I’m reading of you

Your eyes
Your voice
Your skin
She loves him like I love you.

Why can’t I stop reading?

My jaw clenches as he leaves her
My head aches
My skin is ice
He left her but he still loves her
Deep down she knew he loved her.

Deep down I know you love me.

You are perfect, like he’s perfect.
Musical like him too.
Your hair flows like his hair flows

I’m reading of you

Her heart was under enemy control, stolen
My heart is trapped behind steel bars you built.

When he left, he didn’t leave her heart behind
You took my heart with you.

MY JAW STILL CLENCEHED
MY tears STILL BURN
there is a A HOLE IN MY CHEST
I CAN'T BREATHE

although, I can calm my inner storm,
I have peace of mind
When I read of you

But I need you
Only you
All of you

Now I wait for you.

I wait for you to face to the truth
To embrace what it is YOU want

I wait for you to
Take my hopeful, patient face
In your warm, calming hands
And you whisper to me

“You are mine,
You’re my past, present and future,
my summer, spring, fall and winter.
You are my rise and fall.
Every sunset and sunrise
Eternity
Forever
You are mine.”

Until your hands burn my skin
Your eyes lock my gaze
when you're words grip my heart

Until that day
The words plastered in ink to each thin piece of recycled paper in which my eyes are locked,
i will suffice

I will read of you
My vampire