Tag: write
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Laughter
I forgot what it felt like,to laugh,Not a low chuckle on your own,Or a small smile stretching across your face,A deep, body contorting laugh, A laugh shared with someone else,One that is felt so acutely, tears expel from your body,Laughter where you actually feel your mood lifting,Changing your chemicals,Transforming the composition in your veins,I forgot…
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Sweet Surprise
Sweet, sweet surprise,The depth of my feelings for you, Was something I never prepared for,I am a planner, I think ahead, I organize and I execute,Surprises aren’t my think, It requires me to let go andRelinquish control,You flew into my life, At a time when I was leaving it all up to fate,To see what…
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The Body Series: Reclaiming My Body
I began this post back at the beginning of the summer, I wasn’t feeling very confident about myself, I had recently began the tedious task of “online” dating and struggling a little bit with my self-worth. It’s amazing how words will reenter your consciousness when you’re feeling down, things you never believed about yourself surface…
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Millage
I often think about the roads that lead us to each other,The miles and miles of distance we crossed,For us to chance upon each other,The lives lived, the failed relationships,To bring us here. In the now.I look in your eyes and wonder about the heartaches behind us,For me to be so lucky to have you…
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Car Parts
I count the miles until I get to see you again,Watching road after road roll by as I get closer to you,The revving of engines match my heartbeat,As more pavement peels away in the rearview mirror,My excitement mounts, knowing I am one step closer to seeing you,Counting the miles and moving towards you,Traffic lights and…
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Asking For Help
When I tell you that in recent years I have come a LONG way- let me tell you. I was and in some respects still am that girl who will do it all. Herself. Alone. Struggling, but still doing it alone. I don’t know if it’s the Sagittarius in me, the 2nd child syndrome or…
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I Knew
When did I know? From the first time I met you and my heart began to flutter. So nervous, I couldn’t stop talking, because I felt comfortable and safe. I knew, when I couldn’t bring myself to look in your direction, for fear of giving away how I felt, I knew when you listened and…
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This Is Going To Hurt
This one’s gonna hurt.I can already tell by the way you look back and smile at me,The glint in your eye and the smirk, registering,Or the way you cradle my face,Your fingers slowly tracing the edges of my chin,This one is going to hurt me…From the number of hours you occupy my mindTo the way…
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