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SteffyWeffy Sep 2016
He yelled, a little louder each time.
He was yelling my name.
He was yelling and my world came crashing down.
  Sep 2016 SteffyWeffy
Jordan Leon
You
Composed
An
Elegant
Song
That
Fixed
This
Fragmented
Child
SteffyWeffy Sep 2016
My mother bought me new sheets and a comforter.
I didn’t ask her to get me new sheets or a new comforter.
It’s nice, I love the color.
It's a beautiful blue comforter, it's very warm.
She said she will paint my walls a different color, my walls have been the same way for 10 years.
10 years, it has been orange and yellow walls with hand painted flowers on the wall.
I’m grateful of course, It’s nice to know she is thinking about me.
She seemed even a little excited, I guess she needs a new art project so she decides to finally paint my walls.
I hope she really does it, it seems like it will be a nice change.
Thank you mom.
I hope you guys like this piece. I thought I would write about my experience. Like I said I really hope she does end up painting my walls a different color. It was so nice of my mom to get me new sheets which are grey. Plus a new comforter which is a dark blue color (my favorite color) It will match my quilt my mom bought me in Tennessee on vacation recently.
SteffyWeffy Sep 2016
I stared at myself in the mirror, I look like ****.
I didn’t sleep, nightmares took over last night.
It was horrible, I was shooting someone.
I was shooting someone I knew.
It’s very disturbing, I’m sorry if I’m not myself today.
This is a old piece, I thought I would post it any way. I hope you like it :)
I'm very happy today actually I'm at 100 followers.
  Sep 2016 SteffyWeffy
Jonesy
As i stare through my glass window,
I see your face; sun-kissed,
Your eyes match the sunrise that i admire so much.
All is still.
A silent breeze disturbs the movement,
As the sun says goodbye for the day.

Again I see your face,
All is clear now,
What I am looking at,
A vast reflection of what i used to be.
I was like the  sunrise,
People couldn't wait until I was " Up in the sky,"
But now they treat me like the sunset,
As beautiful as i am in the sky,
They can't wait until i drift down (out of sight).

                                    
                                        Jonesy 2016 ©
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