Like a flower, you bloom; small, but strong – one kick and my world changes – one breath and we become one // you exist, and I begin again – a newfound seed buried in the soil that is your garden
Grow baby, grow
One day, you will have a field to sleep in where the grass is always soft and the sun is always set just above the horizon to feed you a permanently painted sky with hues of purple, orange, pink – it will be your meadow
A safe haven, built just for you — your garden
And I am just your beginning, your first seed of many – a “mother’s breath,” ultra-rare, only one in existence // I am yours
But let’s not dwell on formalities, for now, just call me mom
Please, just call me mom
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As it says in my tagline: I'm just a writer writing about love because that's what all the cool kids are falling into these days. However, the type of love I write about is based more on the likeliness of modern day heartbreak. I originally started this blog as an outlet for therapy. I believe writing soothes the mind and allows us to express our feelings, which is exactly what I do here -- but in the form of poetry and spoken word pieces. I began writing in 2016 and I like to think the content I put out is relatable and hard-hitting since there's nothing new under the sun. You'll come to find I struggle a lot but without struggles, there is no growth, and believe me, I am growing.
Slowly, I am working towards publishing my own works. Gallimaufry (one of the categories here on my blog) is one of them. I'm also in the process of writing, "war & peace", "where two hearts unify as one", & "i sold my heart to buy yours".
Until then, feel free to linger around and read a few of my pieces; if you like what you see, be sure to hit the follow button at the bottom of my page to keep up with my posts and like & comment as you wish!
Other than that, thank you for reading my About Me page!
I'll be seeing you,
B.K. Laurel
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B.K Laurel 
This is beautiful bk
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