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.
Tag: love
after everything.
I surmise thats just "your thing" to presuppose, yet never know that it’s not exactly what you think my feelings, like clothes, have the ability shrink You think of me when you’re lonely now that is an accusation but isn’t it at night when you feel lonely? could the dark setting be the causation? You … Continue reading after everything.
2 seconds on the clock.
the man was gay and dead the green light had just turned red people just stared as he bled “its california, victims sue.” the bystander said and its true that they do what the bystander said my mother and i had just walked the path with 2 more seconds to spare as soon as we … Continue reading 2 seconds on the clock.
Love.
They warned me of this sickness That breaks you from within “Your eye sight will go blurry Your head will ache and spin” -They called it love. I took a walk one morning And tripped into your arms You said, "hello there clumsy" Blinding me with charm -What is love? You asked me for my … Continue reading Love.
life portrayed by nature.
purple mountains what a beautiful sight how the sun dances on its tips before it calls in for the night broken stars how they shine for the moon but the moon longs the sun who'll see from a distance soon we all form constellations to in some way appeal to the hearts of our loved … Continue reading life portrayed by nature.
A short entry.
In an ideal world we'd still be together, but this isn't an ideal world now is it?
my first letter from you.
everyday since you left, my mother checked the mail, and everyday since you left, there was nothing. i kept track of the days and today marked twenty six, and to my surprise i got something. the envelope was small, and your handwriting was sloppy, but before i could open it, a shiver ran through my body. let me go were your last … Continue reading my first letter from you.
it’ll be months before we speak next.
i finally understand now, like an ongoing epiphany. you were just trying to be nice when you said we could still be friends, but how could we be? how could we be friendly in a way we've never before? feeling nothing when we spoke or want to be nothing more? when you said your goodbye, … Continue reading it’ll be months before we speak next.
i never asked.
i never asked you to wake me up at 3 in the morning to remind me that i'm beautiful, i never asked you to send me paragraphs that told me how i made your life meaningful. i never asked you to show me your phone or give up all your passwords, i only asked you … Continue reading i never asked.
B.K Laurel 