Place your hand on my back and feel the tenderness of my skin. Pay attention to my eyes like you would the last bowling pin. And spare me the hurt; caress me with care. Put your lips to my lips and your hand through my hair. I know it's too early and I'm not thinking … Continue reading you haven’t touched me in a while.
Category: Gallimaufry
i was just a pebble.
I was just a pebble people threw out to the sea never understanding why people let go so easily
the ugly truth.
We will never be ready for each other. Because we were never right for each other.
the shining.
In the darkness, there is always light and you may not see it at first so if it does not appear right in front of you then the light is within you.
leave me before i get too close.
The beast is real. And it manipulates the way we feel. Instead of looking for the good in people, we look for the bad and find ourselves loving them anyway. Because we're under the impression that if you don't have a story, you're not a victim to pain. As if those who get wet when it … Continue reading leave me before i get too close.
it used to be you.
I’m surprised how quickly I became infatuated with a stranger I barely knew. And maybe it was because he was the first boy I saw that wasn’t you or was just someone so new; I cannot tell you specifically, I can only say how he made me feel. And I know the sky is mainly … Continue reading it used to be you.
“What’s Love Like?”
A mountain represents the fountain of immortality. Sure they age, but they're always there. And finding a love like that, is rare. But is it possible to say that love is like a mountain? Since it has its up and downs? Because love's like walking through meadows, Without seeing the random pitfalls on the ground. … Continue reading “What’s Love Like?”
yours truly.
Ask me to marry you in a constellation. Kneel down on one knee looking to me saying you want us to be Something more than what we already are Saying our love began with one star and then it multiplied like the sky With every passing day that lives, breathes, and dies. Look to me with admiration, Tell me I give … Continue reading yours truly.
O’ Mystic River.
Lay upon me, thy depths of thy waters, Lay upon me good graces my Father. Let the path of the stream wash over my fears, May the only thing it carries is the stream of my tears. O' Mystic River. Thou shall not dream to be something worth more, Than the bounties of nature nor … Continue reading O’ Mystic River.
B.K Laurel 