Greetings to everyone and to November, Happy New Year!! I think it's absolutely amazing that the year is never old because it is constantly being reintroduced to new months as we go! All my worries of October will not affect me as I embrace the light of day of beautiful November. Many things are happening … Continue reading Day 306 of 365
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The Kind of Life I Want to Live.
I'm recording him as he helps her take her first steps. And I'm making dinner while he's teaching him how to play ball. And he sits by the piano every evening to hear me play the music I've spent all day writing for him. And I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world because … Continue reading The Kind of Life I Want to Live.
Gone, Gone, Gone.
I do I do this a thousand times I never fail to make you cry I don't know why I'm sorry But you always forgive somehow I never fail to let you down I'm breathing while You're drowning I know you want this to work But darling you are aching So let us stop pretending … Continue reading Gone, Gone, Gone.
For Him.
I’m just waiting for the day when he tells me, “I don’t want you anymore.” I expect it by now, how could I ever be this happy and it be real? I’m fooling myself, I could never be this happy, could I? But I love him. I loved him the day I met him because … Continue reading For Him.
Journal Entry #34
28 JUNE 2018 8:30 pm; Thursday. Brooke. I think I love someone. But it might be infatuation So right now I'll just stay quiet For I don't want to scare him. But I think I might just love him. A little more than the last, And maybe more than I've ever, But right now I'll … Continue reading Journal Entry #34
Love is just a word.
Love is just a word that lingers in silence. It doesn't need to be said, It doesn't need to be heard, I can see it in your smile. So look at me. Let the warmth of my breath coat your skin Let me hypnotize your thoughts into believing Sound is not necessary. In fact, I … Continue reading Love is just a word.
to the boy who loves me next.
To the boy who loves me next, I’m quiet, but when I’m not quiet, I’m loud. I play the piano four hours a day, so please don’t get annoyed, it’s the only thing I’ve ever really felt good at. I wake up early most days because the morning air is the most peaceful to me … Continue reading to the boy who loves me next.
The stem that blooms.
Outside my window lies a tree with ample stems And each stem reminds me of an abandoned beginning As if they sprouted without a purpose And wallowed away while another one grew And only a few bloom Which makes me think about my own family tree About which stem blooms next Hoping it's the stem … Continue reading The stem that blooms.
in this world.
He was my supplement of the sun when my sun no longer shined. My overview of the world when my eyes became blind. He was my inner sweetest, most deepest desires. But also the match that sparked my internal fires. I did not realize I was flammable Until I suffered third degree burns God, when … Continue reading in this world.
B.K Laurel 