Some mornings, the vision Of my tired eyes is blurred And the person in the mirror Isn’t good enough to face the world. But with smoother skin and pinker lips, Or even longer lashes, I am far more prepared to see the storm, My fire will leave this place in ashes. But what if it’s…
Read MoreI have been compulsively Cleaning my room As if trying to get rid of The mess of you And my mind feels clearer now But at the same time feels Empty. To close my eyes is to Look out over completely still water And even my breathing Sounds quieter than before. But I am used…
Read MoreThe nature of memories Is comparable to pebbles Found on ocean shores. The pretty ones. The ones you admire for their pure perfection. The ones you may collect into Parcels of folded hands To be deposited in display jars When you arrive home. But they weren’t always that perfect. It’s just that the tumbling tides…
Read MoreI never want to live Like the spaces under benches That only see the hands disposing of chewing gum And the muddy soles of shoes. I want to see the world above them filled with First kisses and Giggles and Whispers and Old couples holding between their interlaced fingers, The idea that maybe true love…
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Lauren Kathleen 