Belle Carrie Garrison

Belle Carrie Garrison Dec 2016

Sometimes I sit in my room
On my bed
And I cry.
I cry for the longing,
For the wanting,
For the need to be on stage.

I want to do so many things.
I want to perform,
I want to be able to belt those notes,
I want to show the world what I have,
I want to march up to everyone that told me I couldn’t and say
“I did it.”

I want to prove them all wrong,
I want to surprise everyone.
They’ll say,
“How did this random southern lady get here?”
And then they’ll hear me sing,
They’ll watch me act,
They’ll see me dance,
And then they’ll say,
“This is where this random southern lady belongs,
On stage with the best of the best.”

I will get there, on that stage.
But until then,
I will keep wanting,
And longing.
I will cry
As I sit on my bed,
In my room.

#need #cry #stage #wanting #performer

Belle Carrie Garrison Dec 2016

Counting

One.
We have history.
The reasons why I like you are a mystery.
Maybe it’s because I see you every day.
Are my feelings going away?
Everyone wants us to be together.
Lately you feel like a tether
That I have to drag around to keep everyone happy.
But now this relationship is making me whacky.

Two.
I love you.
Our relationship was true.
You’re the one who cheers me up when I’m blue.
But now you have a girl.
The sight of the two of you makes me want to hurl.
I know I have to get over this feeling.
My mind is always reeling.
No matter what you’ll always be a friend.
Our friendship will never end.

Three.
I just met you.
There’s just something about you… I have no clue.
Your smile is contagious,
Your personality is wonderfully outrageous.
Maybe we’ll just end up as friends.
I guess I’ll have to wait to see how this one ends.

#feelings #new

Belle Carrie Garrison Dec 2016

Breakup

Dear Love,
We used to say
That you and I would be forever.
Who thought we would see the day
When forever ended in never.
I thought you were clever,
And you could cheer me up when I was under the weather.
Now I see,
That our love was like a tree,
It grew and grew.
But now I see that the tree is dying.
And so all the lying,
All the crying,
All the trying,
Must die too.
You say you’re just blunt.
I can be blunt too.
But now I see that it was just mean,
It may not seem
That it bothered me.
But don’t you see?
It was one of the many things bothering me.
You hardly gave me a compliment,
Your hatred left a heck of a dent,
And every penny you spent,
Was in pain.
You were vain.
You were insane.
And now it is plain,
That the tree
Must no longer bee.
We must set each other free.
Goodbyee.

#breakup

Belle Carrie Garrison Dec 2016

Hidden Love

I have a hidden love,
That I keep tucked away in the deepest parts of me,
In the deepest parts of my soul,
Is where you will find this one love.

I go to him when I am sad,
I go to him when I am disappointed,
I go to him when I am mad,
And most of all, I go to him when I am happy.

I think about him when I am done thinking all the other thinks,
For he is the one that drifts in,
Without me suspecting it,
He floats out from his deep hiding spot,
And I can’t help but smile at him.

Sometimes when he floats up from my soul to my heart,
It is so sudden and surprising,
That I am neither sad nor happy,
I just sit there and acknowledge him in all of his beauty.

However no matter how much I love my hidden love,
I keep him hidden,
I always tuck him away,
Back to his quiet corner in the depth of my soul.

I do not know why I keep him there,
He is so wonderful that I am afraid to tell anyone about my love,
Because I am sure he is too amazing for me.

No one seems to realize how amazing he is,
But me,
And I don’t know why no one recognizes it,
All I know is that my love for him is a tree,
It is growing.

But maybe it is the fact that people do recognize the amazing aspects of him,
Maybe I am afraid that he will not notice me,
Maybe that is why I keep him hidden,
In the deepest parts of me,
Down in my soul,
Until he drifts back into my heart.

I do not know many things about my hidden love,
All I know is this:

I have a hidden love,
Tucked away in the depths of me,
Where he rests in all his beauty,
And it is where he will stay,
Until I can finally say,
I love you.

Belle Carrie Garrison Dec 2016

These songs remind me of you

These songs remind me of you,
When we used to be true,
But without you I’m left here feeling blue.

Each of them has a tune,
Sad or happy,
Happy or sad,
Each one makes me hope I will see you again soon.

This one reminds me of the old times,
Where we used to sing rhymes,
And listen to the chimes
Of the lunch bell.

That one reminds me of when we heard the plates clattering,
Or when we held hands to keep our world from shattering,
And when we got in trouble for too much chattering,
And then we danced around the table, pitter pattering.

The next one here reminds me of our tears,
As we admitted our fears,
And revealed the plans for our careers,
And after that we let out the loudest cheers.

That one there reminds me of the time I was crying,
And you couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong, and you kept prying,
And so after my tears finished drying,
We pretended like we were flying.

I listen to these songs and I am suddenly blue,
Because your friendship was so true,
Because each of these songs remind me of you.

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