She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind … Continue reading
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I am Enough.
Can you love me?
Can you make me feel beautiful?
Can you hold me?
Can you cuddle with me?
Can you make me feel worthy, special, wanted and loved?
I want to fall in love.
I want to love & be loved.
blah, blah, blah…
I am… Love.
I am the longing in the distance between us.
I am the hands, which wipe away your tears.
I am the trust in our friendship.
I am the butterflies in your stomach on a first date.
I am the puckering of the first kiss, on your door step at the end of the night.
Not Another Love Game
I don’t want to play a game.
I don’t want to play hard to get.
I don’t want to wait to respond to your message
Or not answer when you call the first time.
The Disney disease
Someone rescue me.
Run in to my arms at full speed.
Violins and meadows filled with dandelions.
Fill my darkness with bright red and blue sirens.
Eyes watering, wobbly knees, heart racing, grinding teeth.
Listening to the shrieks in your scream.
Drops of fear glistening down my cheeks.
Rushing to the phone but you’d yell not to call the police.
Me singing Adele- Someone Like You
You were my greatest love and no matter how many times i sing this song, I know i will never find another like you. Sorry, i couldn’t hold back the tears.
I miss you and I love you.
I always will.
Time (Romantic & Realist)
Time will make our love stronger,
Our love will grow fonder.
Time will help me understand you,
Time will show me how to love you.
The Broken Girl
The Broken Girl
She felt an emptiness. A Brokenness. A feeling of incompleteness. She always did. Ever since she was a little girl she felt trapped. She saw the world & it seemed so vast, so cold that she wanted nothing more than to not be a part of it. Even at such a young age she understood that there was so much more to life than this. Continue reading