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bron Jun 2018
You are something I never imagined could exist,
but here you are
in front of me

You are the one thing that I have been searching for
I want you
melt into me

I see a perfect me through the window of your eyes
and I don't want to look away
you are all I ever want to see

I want us to be together
with you
I see all the possibilities of who I can be

I want to dive into the ocean of your eyes
so that I may never see
my mountains that lay above

You're the only thing I need
you are my everything
and your name -



is love.
bron Jun 2018
I want to write something real

I want to write something genuine

I want create something beautiful

maybe something someone will someday depend upon.


You see, for me its all about purpose

About fulfillment in my life

maybe I'll fall in love

Lord knows that I have tried.


My mind is ruled by falling for

Things I wished were real

Like a person who might be the one for me

Or a place in this world that I might fill.


I think about things I'm thinking

And then think quite a bit more

I'll never really understand

just what all of these thoughts are for.


I want to be writer

Someone who inspires.

Someone who is real and true in their words

and who's courage never tires.


My mind just feels so selfish

constantly thinking about itself.

I want to be more selfless

But for that I might need a little help.


So I'll slip away from my wants

my desires and my greed

and maybe someday soon

I'll become the someone I  n e e d  to be.
bron Jun 2018
The ghost of yesterday
Found a home in my mind.
Haunting my every step forward,
And rejoicing in my steps backward.

I can still see it though,
The blues and greens.
And all the colors
That lay between.

Your eyes.
They still glisten,
But now from a distance.
They almost seem brighter,
From the shadows in which you now dwell.

A shadow that covers my face,
When attempting to feel the warmth of the sun.
And a shadow that absorbs me,
When the sun sets and the night draws closer.

They say people are like rain,
Because like rain,
We all eventually fall
In our own ways.

I have fallen,
But not to the ground.
I fell into an ocean of numbness and doubt,
An ocean filled with the deepest of caverns and the darkest of shadows.

But atleast
From these shadows
I can still see the glistening
Of your blues and greens.

And all this time
I was the one looking from the shadows
And you,
you were the one dancing in the sunshine.
bron May 2018
I remember those times that I would spill my heart out to you through writing.

To me
I was opening my heart up in hopes of showing how much I really felt love for you.

To you
It was just words on a paper.

w a s t e d   i n k .
bron May 2018
"blond hair, black lungs."


Cigarettes kissed her lips
Like someone who didn't deserve her.
Both promised her dreams of happiness
Both delivered internal hurting.
Soft lips led to a damaged heart,
Like the kiss of smoke filled lungs.

Sometimes we just don’t care though.
We hold that cigarette in between our lips,
We breathe in that someone who will surely hurt us.
All for the hope that
these moments that they are on our lips
Might somehow last forever.


"blonde hair, black lungs."
Well, I'm addicted to cigs I guess
bron Apr 2018
I stare into the mirror
at something that isn't familiar.
a dark shadow falls over my face
I see it creeping over me
But I let it.
The light dwindles
and my reflection fades
and I find comfort
in the darkness
:-)
bron Apr 2018
we as writers weave words and phrases together
so tender and gently
just as tender and gentle
as she was to me
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