It’s like you took out my soul and etched your name on it.
I wouldn’t trade it for any other moment.
The etch where your name is, there’s also a heart.
I would have let you put it there right from the start.
The feeling I felt—I knew it that night.
I knew that I would fall in love and feel just right.
I don’t say “I love you” and randomly give it away.  
So, for me to tell you I love you, I need and want you to stay.  
It’s like our souls connected the first night.
Then we sealed our souls with a kiss that felt wonderful and amazingly right.
I feel it deep down in my soul, right where your name is etched as if it were gold.
I know that my feelings for you will never grow old.
My heart beats so perfectly in sync,
Right within the rhythm of yours, as if they are linked.
I feel like together we are the best mix.
My soul and yours surely know what to fix.
Just so you know, if you haven’t already,
I’ll etch my name on your soul, true and steady
So you can carry me with you when we are apart.
Don’t forget, beside it I’ll even etch a sweet  heart.
All my love 💓
Leanne

Rain falls swiftly from the sky,
Feeling like little knives stabbing into my skin.
I try to duck and find cover,
All I can do is wait in pain until it's over.

Leanne
11/23/24

Powdered concrete broken down,
Rocks show on the barren ground.
Tiny particles of dust and sand,
The dirt is rich in this poor land.
But you see a **** poke from a crack—
That's just a sign of beauty, new growth pushing concrete back.
The **** bares a sight of simple charm,
The sweetest daisy, growing strong, green leaves for arms.
The beauty this daisy possesses shows such grace;
It shines upon her yellow florets, her face.
What beauty comes from something walked on,
Something that's kicked and never looked upon!
This beautiful daisy, not only a new birth from the ground,
Shows signs of a new beginning and joy all around.

The color blue,
not just a random hue.
Blue begins the start of each day and continues through the night.  
Blue like the sadness you feel when your not feeling right.
Blue as the tears falling from your cheek when you start to overthink.
Blue like the deep waters; some will tread, others will sink.
Blue like the birds who flutter their wings high in the nest,
and stay snuggled under their mother’s breast.
Blue like the blood pulsing in your veins keeps your body living.
Blue like the color eyes you stare deep they just keep giving.  
Blue like the bluebells growing in a patch,
just putting a smile on your face when you pass.
Blue like the hottest part of a flame from a fire,
never touch no matter how much you desire.
Blue like the flag that holds the white stars tight representing our freedom and our rights.
Blue like your fingers and toes getting frozen from the weather, making it hard to move
Blue like the moon that Elvis sang about and he swooned us, too.
Blue can be the faintest hue to the deepest hue.
Blue can always look so good on you,
no matter what your mood,
What’s not to love about the color blue?

My lighthouse in storms
And times of life is you.

My lighthouse is my hope,
When things feel they may fall through.

My lighthouse guidance has helped, me endure the unthinkable
Helps me through times I need, healing and making sacrifices whenever able.

My lighthouse is such a guiding force,
Guiding me toward the correct turns, in the road to follow love’s course.

My lighthouse is stability, helping to steady me in its hold,
Never letting me go, a safe haven for me to live like gold.

My lighthouse guides me at night in my dreams,
Helping me follow all aspirations, always on my team.

My lighthouse is the light in my vision,
Helping to show clarity in all that’s been.

My lighthouse is my security always,
Keeping me safe and under a watchful light, in any unknown doorway.

My lighthouse stays ever steady in its love;
I’m always looking for its guiding light above.

Orbit

Put a satellite into orbit;
The galaxy will watch it with the stars.

The ones set in place for all to see
Tell us stories of who you are.

The influence of this earthly planet,
The way the gravitational force occurs.

In astronauts’ celestial explorations,
This space full of stars is yours.

The way the Earth orbits the biggest and brightest star.
Is the way this satellite orbits among the moon.

Never stopping to settle down,
But knowing this satellite is orbiting around.

Always moving,
I’ll never stop waiting.

The satellite will be coming back around again for me.

We are always on the edge of something:
On the edge of danger,
On the edge of anger,
On the edge of laughter,
On the edge of tears,
On the edge of falling—
In or out of love.
Whatever edge you are on,
Just know this edge is safe,
For at the bottom of this edge,
there is no cliff.
All you need is a little faith,
to make it to the end.

Leanne
11/23/24

Don't let this dream I dream slip away, don't let it leave the brightest spotlight of my day.

Silent like a sundial in the sunshine,
I can only wish to claim you as mine.

I promise I'm just orbiting the sun in its natural RAYs.
You're a beacon of hope shining through the sunbeams today.

For the moments we share, reaching out to my friend,
in heart, mind, and soul, this bond can never end.

Let our bond be one of a kind,
special, just as we dream,
like a lighthouse searching with its brightest beam.

I'm here not to possess you,
just to bask in the warmth of your words and smile.
Your presence is like still waters on the sea across the miles.

In the beautiful colors of life, you're the most beautiful shade I've seen.
The laughter flows naturally and gently, like water rolling in a stream,

Talking like we are weaving a beautiful tapestry with our words.
Time, like wings that grow on the most beautiful bird.

In your presence, I only wish to exist  one day.
Please don't stop showing me that I am worth the stay.

Of all the time passing, of all the days apart,
keep me close to you, in your thoughts and in your heart.



Leanne ☀️

Darkness

Eyes close, darkness rises.
My life has thrown a surplus of surprises,

Some good, others I wish had never started.
This life I loved, once shown in bright light,
Is now covered by a solace of night.

Will the light shine back upon me again so this **** dark in my eyes can fade into oblivion

With hope and a friendly face and words that take me to a special place,
That place there, it's abundantly clear, the darkness was just my raging fear

The tree on the hill, the strong and majestic oak, has roots spreading out beyond the safety of its beautiful canopy.

Could he be the roots that steady this noble oak tree, protecting it against all in war and peace? He doesn't know he helps to hold her steady in the storm.

Could she be the faith-filled canopy that covers the roots of this righteous tree, offering the beautiful acorn seeds that help share the love and good luck to the deep roots beyond the ground?

Like the oak tree and its roots, they both steady one another without knowing what each other does. Can our souls steady each other and love so deeply without revealing it?

They will always be connected, like the tree on the hill that produces beautiful flowers of hope in the fall, which is when they reconnect by the heart.

They both are like this tree, filled with wisdom. This wisdom gives the oak longevity and slow growth, which makes it so wise.

The longevity of their connection has been there from the start. They both have just hidden it deep inside their hearts.

Like the tree on the hill, the roots and tree are connected like souls mended together.
We may not understand it, but we hold onto this connection, one which we never knew we had.

Just like the oak tree's connection with its roots, she will be there for him, and he will be there for her, like the tree on the hill, taking care of one another from below to above.

Baby, I’m a mess over you.
A beautiful, emotional mess over you.
A loving, heartfelt, tearful mess over you.
A caring, longing, heart-stopping mess over you.  
An “everything about you” kind of mess.
You just make me so happy; I smile, cry, breathe fast, tingle, shake, and get nervous—almost like it’s our first date.
Baby, I’m a mess, but baby, I’m a beautiful mess over you!

Anxiety and Fear

Looks like you’re holding a snow globe so intricate and sweet.
Once shaken, the snow starts falling in big sheets.

For this fragile snow globe is not ever really clear.
When it’s shaken and shaken again, then comes the fear.

You can’t see inside to the beautiful scene.
You start to panic; will the view ever be clean?

You keep shaking the snow globe harder and harder, and then,
The questions and anxiety creep right on in.

Will I ever get to see into this beautiful globe?
Why is it so hard to see through the snow?

Why is it like this, what did I do this time?
I’m always ruining something I feel every time .

This perfect snow globe will never be the same.
Why does it feel like I’m going insane?

I’m a huge mess of tears and fears.
This precious snow globe doesn’t deserve to be here.

I then take a seat and set the globe down.
Upon my face, there’s such a big frown.

I’m upset with myself; what did I do?
I’ve broken something beautiful, shiny, and new.

It’s then when I look at that snow in the globe start to slow down.
It starts to settle back down to the ground.

I start to breathe slower; the tears and fear calm their war.
It is then that I realize what I have done, and all becomes clear—

that I do have some power over my anxiety and fear.

Leanne

Mold me


Like clay that can be recycled,
Then formed into something new.
This clay, like a rebirth, now loved,
This new reinvention shows the new you.
Like in the potter’s hands, he molds a beautiful shape,
One that once was just a lump of clay.
The potter’s hands can make this art anew, escape—
Like helping shape someone’s life one day.
We are like clay, being worked and formed.
This process is like the improvement of oneself.
Unlike the piece that once was unformed,
Now becomes something beautiful to display on a shelf.

Time checker  

I’m always a time checker,
Looking at my watch to see the time.

Questioning what’s coming up?
Looking always to see if im behind.

I hate to ever show up late to things,
But never like to be to early.

The countdown is always on ,
Waiting for the end of the day for me.

Always Checking how much time I have left before I go to sleep,
Until it’s time to wake.
So I can be awake and refreshed.

And take on another crazy day.
These crazy things I think about!
This silly thing called time.

Isn’t so silly when it goes to fast,
or seems to go to slow.
I hate spending so much time alone,

I love to be around the ones I love.
So maybe I can take a break from being a time checker and spend more time  just going with the flow.

Because there is one thing that’s for sure, time’s a precious thing,
So with me always checking time,
I’m just pushing away this beautiful life of mine.

Hanging in the gallery of my soul, decorating the walls. I’ve hung many canvases, some that you have never seen.

The wall behind me holds a portrait,  painted beautiful with hues of green and blue; this portrait shows things in life that have never been.

Next, you will see a canvas painted with a beautiful bouquet, showing all the things I’ve given away in life.

Look to your left—don’t turn too far, you might miss this tiny masterpiece that some call art. This tiny art piece shows the littlest kidney bean in the palm of my hand. What was once a dark spot on it, now removed, shows how much grace this little thing has produced.

As you walk by, you see a hanging, almost clear sheet; this is what it feels like when people look at me.

On the wall behind the sheet is a beautiful display showing many footprints of everyone who has walked in my life today.

In the corner, on a little shelf, a broken vessel sits. This vessel was put back together without its biggest piece. Though tattered and misshapen, this vessel still shows so much beauty.

On the biggest wall, by itself, you see a boldly shaped red heart painted so brightly; this piece shows how my heart feels when I am being loved just right.

So, as you have walked and wandered in this gallery of my soul, I hope you find comfort and know that not all of your precious art can be sold.

Cover me in blankets
Cover me in warmth
Cover me from heartache
Cover me from storms
Cover me when I'm frightened
Cover me when I'm alone
Cover me with sweetness
Cover me with joy
Cover me with justice
Cover me with peace
Cover me with protection
Cover me while I sleep
Will you cover me always?
Cover me with your amazing grace
I know you will cover me
You don't see me as a disgrace
You cover me because I am yours
You gave your life for me
You cover me every day when you're watching over me
My comfort and my fortune
My eternal friend
You've covered me from the beginning
And you'll cover me till the end

Warmth
Warm internal feeling
Warm like a real embrace
Warm like a cozy fireside
But the warmth from you feels the best
At least I imagine it would be
Not a question or doubt in my mind
That it can feel and warm the entirety of me
This warmth your soul possesses, to me, is in another world, so intimate and enticing.
This has me feeling you’re here with me, even when you’re not.
A warmth I long for, even in the softest embrace.
This warmth between us is brand new.
Imagine what more time will do!

You make loving you so easy,
Like leaves on trees when it's breezy.
You make kissing you so sweet,
Everytime our mouths touch, it sure is extra sweet.
You make talking feel like chatting with the best.
With you, I'm so comfortable, much better than the rest.
You make hugging you the biggest stress relief.
Hugging you has to be one of my favorite things.
You make me have sweet tickles, that really are out of this world.
When you touch me,  I feel I'm your only girl.
You make everything feel so simple
Have you ever seen me smile so big that it shows my dimple?
But one thing stands out from all of the above.
Missing you is so hard, my love. But to have your sweet, loving self in my life today. It's worth all of the missing you, ill gladly take this pain.

What do you see when you look my way?
Do you see me, or do you see something else?
Do you see all the imperfections I possess?
These imperfections make me feel less.
Like the shell of a girl in a picture frame.
Do you see what I see in the mirror looking back at me?
A body, all deformed but shapely; this body has had two beautiful babies.
What do you see when you look at my face?
Do you see the unevenness of my eyebrows and the squint in my left eye?
Maybe there are enough glasses for it to hide behind.
Do you see the freckles splattered on my face?
The sun hasn't been gentle on this aging face.
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see my darkened eyes, so deep and dark that the colors almost don't shine?
Do you see this hair? It's starting to thin with little strands of gray.
What do you see when you look at this aging woman who is almost forty years old?
Maybe…me?

What it feels like when I can’t breathe.
Like some thief just stole my joy,
Made me gasp for air.
It happens like this,
when I feel like no one cares.
Why am I like this?
So emotional,
Don’t they know it kills me,
to not be normal?
If I breathe in and out…
Like everyone else does.
Maybe I wouldn’t panic,
The endless teardrops barge past, my bloodshot, swollen eyes
Nothing about this is normal
But yet they criticize
Stop crying.
Just breathe.
There’s no need for tears.
It’s like being mocked has become my biggest fear.
It makes me feel insane.
And feel suffocated.
I know im not crazy,
I know im just different.
But for someone who suffers from, PTSD, there’s a big difference.
I have had my struggles and emotional trips. I have obsessive-compulsive thoughts that get stuck like a switch.
Some say it’s easy to handle
Just don’t think about it.
But once something is in my head, leaving doesn’t exist.
So if I’ve ever cared for you, you’re always in my head.
There’s no way for you to disappear even with a single med.
I just want to breathe normally.
I just want to be seen.
I just want to be okay.
I just want to be me.

You healed the ache I once had.
Opened up what was once trapped.
Unexpected blessings you were to me.

All time spent with you is a relief,
Replenishing the void with you.
Everything is wonderful beside you.

Making me feel brand new,
You’re the only Medicine that I need.

Meeting the needs of heart and soul,
Every day I'd spend with you.
Deepening the healing power of love,
I'm never giving up this medicine, you.
Calming my heart and all of me,
I need you in my presence,
Need you to be my warmth,
Even need you to be the refuge in all

of life's storms.
You are my medicine; I will always take it.

Coming out of a fog
It’s like you’ve been hidden away and out of sight;
Like you are invisible, no matter how much you fight.
This thin veil that once hid my face
Is now showing bright light;
it has been given such grace.
Coming out of the fog is such a beautiful thing;
Nothing is better than seeing what it brings.
This instant connection to the other side.
To feel the fog brush over my face
Makes me feel like I’m leading race.
What a treasure it is to be seen and heard,
With just the simplest of his words.
His voice envelops me like the warmest hug,
It’s wildly crazy that it’s been hidden under a rug.
The chill from the fog as I’m passing through
Makes me feel like the only presence here in this room.
I get these crazy chills all across my arms.
I know that this fog I pass through won’t cause me any harm.
My heart beats faster; I get a huge smile.
It’s quite amazing, even between  many miles.
It feels like you’ve been beside me throughout each day.
Man, it’s crazy how fast we connected this way.
To think I once knew this man before, But not really knowing him much, I can’t wait to learn more.
The passionate, intimate, and emotional feeling,
The spark seems to be igniting a fire
showing a deep connection with new meaning.
Experiencing this with you fills my heart so fine.
I'll be yours, and you will be mine.

A moment

A moment in time
Does this flip on a dime
A moment in time
Hanging on like a lifeline
Does this moment in time vanish
Fast like a breeze
Or this moment we speak of roll like the seas
This moment is yours its all up to you
You spend these moments anway that you choose.
Spend them fast where your holding on for dear life
Let them go like a rock dancing across the ice
However you spend these moments let no one judge you
For I'll tell them they're all wrong.
This moment in time is your choice to have
Dont put this fate into another ones slippery hands.

Leanne10/21/24

These **** bottles of pills.
What kind of person have you made me?
When I take these little pills.
It’s only to alter some brain chemistry.

Lately it seems as if they are making me mad.
Quickly destroying all that I have.
These **** bottles of pills,
Yell out from the shelf.
“Please take me I’m here for your mental health”.
The problem with these **** little pills,
Is are they causing a problem, not letting me be free.

Tuning me into a mess, and not letting me be me.
This plastic facud I place on everyday.
Let’s me fake out everyone, Like,
“look she’s okay”.
Really though am I?
Have you seen this whack?

I’ve become obsessive, angry, and an emotional train wreck.
It’s taken over my sweet little brain.
Makes me feel as if I’m insane.

“Take this pill for your anxiety, even though it says depression”
“Oh and take this one, it will help you focus.”
“But keep in mind it also keys you up so your anxiety may be running little a muck.”
“Oh and don’t forget these pills they will settle you down, help you not have another run of the mill panic attack.”

Lets be real for a minute, let me ask you a question, how do you know that?
Only I know the real me and the one whos mind is off track.
Sometimes I feel like these pills are making me lose all control.
Like I have no say in what my brain tells these idle hands to hold.

I just jump in headfirst and keep diving in,
Not thinking of others’ hearts and what I might do to them.
Moral of the story is: Stop blaming the bottle of pills.
Keep control of yourself; don’t let yourself falter.
Find other things to occupy your brain rather than laying your pills on the altar.
Don’t worship the pills like it’s the only way out.

You are the person you were meant to be.
Let’s take away this mental health stigma and stand up for yourself.
I promise you’re really not crazy.
We all suffer from some type of mental health issue; you are not lazy.

To know someone who cares,
Who takes time to be aware.
Makes you always know that you are seen
You’re not cellophane, like you’ve felt you’ve been
In day and in night, you know that you’re blessed
When someone cares, even if you’ve been a hot mess.
To see how someone cares for their family so much.
Makes you know that they have a healing touch.
When there are words you feel you wish they knew.
But words you fear to express because they may be too out of the blue.
But when someone who cares comes along, out of the blue, just like you.
This can’t be just a coincidence, or a simple glitch in time
This has got to be something more because it’s so fine.
Taking our time getting to know each other is the most special part,
Just like the most special piece of beautiful art.
When this masterpiece is done and ready to be hung,
It’s hanging next to someone who cares,
That is where it can be hung between you and me.

This man beholds a golden heart within his chest cavity.
This golden heart within his chest, I feel, beats fiercely for me.
This heart of gold that he bestows is gentle, sweet, and kind.
He takes this heart and shares his gold with me on his mind.
When he loves and truly gives some of this gold to me,
he gives me so much gold from his love it makes me feel so free.
So when he tells me, "You're worth your weight in gold,"
It makes me smile so bright and bold.
This heart of gold has filled me full of love from him.
This gold from his heart I will cherish as a gem.
His heart of gold that he beholds, he may not think he's worthy,
but his heart I surely love; I'll gladly hold it with me.

In the eyes of my daughter, from the day she was born,
She had them locked on me like the cellar from the storm.
God knew what He was doing when He placed her in my life,
Just when things got crazy and there was so much strife.
The darkness of her big, brown eyes just pierced straight to my soul,
I delivered a missing piece, once missing, now she has made me whole.
I never thought the day would come when I'd have a precious baby girl,
I believe my daddy sent her from above to send me in a beautiful whirl.
It's never been too easy, yet never has been too rough,
But heaven gave this little girl specifically to us.
And boy, is she a tough one!
Don't cross her when she's mad. She is the prettiest little one I ever could have had.
The heart of an angel and the courage of a lioness,
Nothing has ever stopped my girl. She has always been so blessed.
She has always persevered and pushed on,
Even when she struggles and feels like she can't compete.

In the eyes of my daughter, from the day that she was born,
She took those big, brown eyes of hers and lit up my whole world.
And to this day, I look at her and can't believe she's my little girl. ♥️

I just want to tell you how incredible you are.
The way you speak to me, whether near or far.
The way you speak to my heart in unimaginable ways.
It's how I want to begin each beautiful day.
The way you stop me at a mirror melts me.
To see our reflection in the mirror, it's love that I see.
To hear you calling me beautiful brings tears to my eyes.
Just thinking about it, you speak so much to my heart.  I'll never tire of this high.

Racing thoughts, uncontrollable thoughts at that, second guessing, stress, feeling maybe to obsessed.
This is what you do to me

**** you Anxiety

Sweaty palms ,heart beating fast, hyperventilating, lips turn to blue, air feels cut off
What do I need to do?

**** you Anxiety

It looks ok from the outer view but deep inside stomachs turning, I break a sweat, feels like all eyes are opened they are studying me.

**** you Anxiety

Take your meds! Did you take your meds? call your doctor that's what he says, it's not the problem cant you see nothing helps

**** you Anxiety

I wonder how normal feels? You mean you don't get flushed? your heart doesn't ache, your whole body doesn't shake?

**** you Anxiety

I guess it just me, this is who I am ,
some pitiful stricken Anxiety lamb.

**** you Anxiety

What’s the dill pickle?
Why are you so green?
Where do you come from?
Why do people think you’re mean?

You always taste so yummy,
Making my tummy very glad.
When I can’t have pickles, I
Get very sad.

Those green delicious spears such a delightful treat.
Some like them sour, and some weird ones like them sweet.

Pickles are the best snack in a lunch to pack,
Take them on a picnic, or eat them straight off the rack.

The best pickles are the ones straight from the cold.
Don’t forget the baby pickles; those things are so bold.

So when you hear, “What’s the dill pickle?”
Don’t think someone is asking you what’s up.
It’s them showing how much they love this snack.
This little snack you love to crunch.

Between the world and me,
a fateful friend,
a flowing fountain.
Between the world and me,
a picture in a frame,
a field of wildflowers.
Between the world and me,
a night that keeps the stars
and hangs the moon.
Between the world and me,
a compass to a map,
a ray of sunshine.
Between the world and me,
a book with a bookmark
marking my spot,
a happy ending to a story.
Between the world and me,
you are a lamp guiding me
into my dreams,
a song without words,
written in stone.
All the wonderful things
between the world and me.

He says I’m rotten,
I say he’s sweet,
Looking at us both,
We share something super neat.

He says I’m beautiful,
I say he’s handsome,
We both together
Make some beautiful connection.

He says I’m a great kisser,
my lips are tender too.
I say he is amazing,
showing what our lips can do.

He says I’m sappy,
Well, he’s sappy too,
We both are the sappiest
Trees out in the mountain view.

He says I’m thinking about you,
I say I feel you thinking about me,
We both get tingles,
and feel very warm.

He says, “Have I told you how much I miss you today?”
I say, “Baby, you can tell me as many times as you can,
Because I’ve been telling you probably just as often.”
He says, “Baby, I’m sure it’s just as much as I’ve missed you.”

He says he feels like he’s in a dream.
I say, “You’re not.”
But baby if we're dreaming, baby, please don’t let them wake us up!

My someone who has crossed paths with me before.
My someone is my safe place in human form.
My someone who doesn’t judge my tears.
My someone who seems to settle all my fears.
My someone who knows my soul by looking into my eyes,
My someone with whom I get butterflies,
My someone who takes my breath away,
My someone who has brought sunshine into my skies of gray
My someone with whom we speak most when we’re quiet together,
My someone who makes me giggle as if I’m being tickled by a feather.
My someone whose touch is so sweet, for that I long.
My someone whose hands hold mine so strong.
My someone who I crave, not just romantic or ******.
My someone’s presence just makes me feel so full.
My someone instantly calms me.
You are my someone, and with you I always feel free.

      
RL❤️

Seasons of Change

Change is inevitable; it happens to all,
No one is exempt.
We sometimes must fall.
There are mountains we may struggle to climb,
Then the deep valleys where the vines intertwine.
It doesn't matter if you're there for the view;
It's something that everyone will stumble through.
But it's life we are living; some things you can't change.
Don't fear the long trek or the rugged terrain.
The valleys may hurt you or fill you with fear,
But don't hesitate; your loved ones are near.
Keep pushing and climbing; you'll soon reach the top.
Then once you realize upon looking down,
The trek you have been on is oh so profound.
You notice the trees, the leaves have since gone;
You wonder where time went; its kept ticking on.
For your time in the valley, you never noticed the trees;
You couldn't see the season of change in the leaves,
A Change unnoticed; as you couldn't see, with your head bowed down, looking away from above.
In this season of change, still not knowing why you were placed on this path. Some things don't add up; you can't do the math.
You never saw the beauty; it was hidden by your pain. If you keep looking back, you'll be behind in the game.
The ones who love you also care; if they weren't friends, they wouldn't be there, waiting for you and cheering you on. Giving you comfort with words oh so strong. They have your back as they lead you ahead. They travel this journey with you; not one has fled.
Just keep pushing forward, climb to the top, enjoy all the seasons as change never stops.

Being comfortable with you is something so profound.
It’s the feeling of your presence whenever you come around.
I feel your comfort every time at first sight.
I know I’m comfortable because everything feels just right.
The way you call me “sweetheart” and check on me always
Brings so much comfort into my everyday.
The way you hold me tightly whenever we hug—
This comfort you’re giving is better than any drug.
I’m so comfortable with you; it’s always like a dream.
I can’t believe someone like you is with me.
I’m so comfortable with you when we talk on the phone;
I feel you’re right next to me even  when I’m alone.
I feel comfort in every word you say;
I trust and respect everything you display.
You comfort me with your strong, steady hands, and I hold them so tight.
I love when our hands touch and our fingertips mingle just right.
You’re my comfort, the place I feel at rest.
Being comfortable with you, baby, sure is the best.

Im way to critical of myself,
It’s always something in my heart,I never feel I’m rested.

My brain gets too invested.

It’s like im a ticking time bomb, But not one that explodes.

But one who never knows when,Her emotions start to show.

Sometimes there’s  not a reason for All this silly pain.

It’s all seems pretty trivial,Seems to make me feel insane.

I hate to see my reflection  in the mirror On the wall.

Maybe that could be the problem.It’s just looking at all my flaws.

I never have liked what I see, i’ve always known why.

Can’t I just be pretty, to everyone else’s eyes?

I know looks don’t matter, It’s all just what inside your heart.

When critical of yourself, It’s when these feelings start.

I know I have my issues and probably drive people crazy.

I can’t help I get excited, I’m such a silly daisy.

I know I always ramble about nonsense all the time.

But see if im talking to someone then I’m keeping them occupied.

They won’t be so quick to judge me by how I come across.

Im really not trying to be anybody boss.

I always feel like when I turn my back.

Im the topic of discussion , on all the things I lack.

Will I ever be normal and not so in my head?

It’s starts in the morning and never settles till I’m in bed.

I guess im not the only one with this struggle everyday.

“Take a breath”, “Calm down”, “You’re going to be okay”.  

See, it’s never that easy; it’s not just the flip of a switch.

For if it were I wouldn’t feel like sometimes  I’m  such a *****.

I never mean to come off angry,  or even cut people off.

It’s just another product of one of my many flaws.

So, if you feel like me and are hypercritical, too.

Just know that there’s someone out there who knows exactly what you’re going through.

Following those eyes threw the years.
I’d never think we’d end up here.
New connection between us two.
Destiny’s hand has led us through
You’re the only one, a
Once upon a dream
Under the brightest star in the sky
Boy, you sure are something neat
All for you is what I’d give
But for now pieces is all I’m allowed
Everyday this between us grows and
I’ll always FIND YOU BABE

Have you ever just stopped and looked into the sky?
Have you ever looked up and wondered why?
The colors surround the sunset in the way they do.
I often wonder, and it makes me think of you.
It reminds me of the feeling I get when I look into your eyes.
It's that feeling I get still, that gives me butterflies.
The beautiful colors in the rays, cascading down.
Surely takes away any day when I have a frown.
The oranges, pinks, and yellows, too.
Melting all into one like an artist mixing hues.
Whenever I wonder what you feel for me,
I get this sense of warmth over my entirety.
The same warmth given to me on any single day,
When I look into the sky and it's you im reminded of, my wonderful Ray!

What you do to me makes my emotions shine brightly on my face.
One second I'm smiling, surrounded by your shining grace.
The simple little goodbye brings the biggest emotional tears to my eyes.
Some might say, "Wow, she's certainly an emotional thing."
But baby, for you I'd truly do anything.
You have my heart, and have since day one.
I believe we were connected before we ever began.
What you do for me is the best thing, don't you know?
I can never let your beautiful love go.
You may help these silly tears to fall,
But baby, for you, I'd risk it all.
I want to  be the one you come to when your day is bad.
I want to be the one holding your hand.
I know this love is no silly phase of time.
I feel like it's been forever, that I've been yours, and you've been mine.
You can hold me forever.
It's what you do to me that I treasure.

Serendipity
Sweet, unexpected serendipity.
This deep bond has taken hold of us.
An unexpected force of emotion
Shot straight into our hearts,
A powerful, serendipitous feeling, so profound and sweet.
This happy accident started a great, ongoing connection.
Bringing its breathtaking power to our Unexpected souls.
We are together on this ride of sweet serendipity.
It’s true: there is a beautiful beginning for me and you.

I'm just shell of who I once was,
I used to be much more
But lately I feel so empty
like I don't know what I'm for
Not to long ago I had alot of fans
People who looked up to me
Because I did so great
Today this isnt right
It's so not the case
I feel like I have let the most important
People down
Like I jumped into the deep end I can't swim
I might drown.
They expect a happy healthy home
But how can you have that
With a loser for a mom who can't seem to get on track
There's so many out there looking to hire
But when I turn in my resume it seems to be set on fire then they go about thier day
Why does no one want me? Do they know I'm a loser too?
I have so much I need to work for so much I don't want to loose.
I'm driving myself crazy like who have I become
I'm afraid I'll forget how to work and everything will go all wrong
I know people love and care for me deeply, if they only knew the hate I feel just at the reflection that I see
I could be talking crazy, it could all be in my mind
I feel like no one believes me but lord knows how hard I've tried.
I guess this is the new me ill have to get use to, being told your not wanted and then ignored by all
I guess this is the valley, no one told me how hard  I would fall.

Love you
I just want to
Love you, sweet man of mine
Love you right is what I want to do
Maybe soon

Man, you are the space between the seconds.
You are my special someone who makes me light up in your presence.

Perfect part of my everyday.
Everything about you came to me  packaged perfectly.
Ray, you're the reason this smile fills my face.
Souls connected, both at the same time and place.
Only you are my missing puzzle pieces; we fit perfect the way we do.
No one else is between us when it's just us two.
You are... my person.

you know it’s crazy how I say I’m speechless about how I feel? What’s crazy is, if you read my poems, you’ll know this love is real.
So why do I say I’m speechless when I talk to you? I think it’s because you’re so well-spoken and wonderful, and I’m afraid I may say something that seems so aloof.
I can describe this speechless feeling as my breath being taken away, like I’ve been stunned by how much love you show me—I’m awestruck the care and the love that flows from you, in the way you hold me.
I feel that when I’m speechless your powerful love softly spreads upon me just right, sometimes your sweet and gentle voice comes stealing my voice like a thief in the night.
The things you speak to me are so wonderful and profound; it’s so hard to put into words this amazing love that I’ve found. It may seem funny because I’m writing words down—these words are different from the words I speak. I feel like a clown
igniting me, this little quiet ember, turned into a flame. You take this little stone and shine it up, beautiful for display.
I get this crazy emotion when it comes to you; I’m overtaken by the depth of our love. It’s never a sad emotion when tears leave my eyes because I know you’re not going anywhere; there’s really no reason to cry. Instead of speaking words, it’s easier for me to share, my emotions and words straight from my heart. I know you’ll always hear them because your always there.

What's at the bottom of the bottle?
Is it sorrow, fears, and a life gone wrong?
Maybe what's at the bottom
is a little something more.
Maybe it's what you've been looking for?
Maybe it's where all your dreams have gone,
Maybe it's where all your days have been,
Maybe it's a life well-lived.
The best thing about bottles
is that when they are empty,
they can be refilled with
whatever you desire.
Maybe it can be filled with new, clear, refreshing water that makes you feel fresh and free.
Maybe it's something wrong for you, but it's your only way to breathe.
What's at the bottom of the bottle?
The choice is up to you,
Because what's at the bottom of the bottle is meant for only you.

11/23/24
Leanne