Do not promise
To love me to the moon
And back
I don't want that
Just love me
Right by my side
And do not leave

In 2019,
I want more.

Want more sunrises
More rolling out of bed with a purpose

More afternoons curled in a love seat

I want a garden
inside me and in my backyard

More friends
More nuzzles from dogs

More oceans

More allowance to make mistakes
After all, you were brave enough to try.

More stillness
More belly laughs
More love letters

More sway in my hips
Cool breeze on my lips

More looking in the mirror to see my smile
not the width of my thighs

More finding shapes in the clouds

More moments that leave me breathless

More life
All the painfully messy beautifully chaotic morsels
dripping from my chin

In 2019,
I want more.

I couldn’t stop the tears
from trickling down my face,
the agonizing pain coming and going,
going and coming, spinning
my serenity into damaging scenes,
unable to concentrate, steady thinking
about you, wishing that you’d give me
a chance to love you the right way
and show you that I could be your escape.

We were two inseparable lovers
dating at the prime of our lives,
feeling the hypnotizing rhymes
in flight when our eyes came
face to face, our bodies ready
to interlock, our hearts like stars,
shimmering, the soft beat inside of us
rising, surprising, mesmerizing,
undying, the kind of sound that
harmonized with the harbors of the night.

She arched her eyebrow,
bit her lip
and got that open skirt slit
she loved that lens. it loved her back
But fame like life. It fades to black.
And maybe fame finds its demise
but real talent never dies.

Wake me up
When the sky
Is blue again
And the leaves
Are crisp
With a chill in
The air
Wake me up
When it doesn’t
Hurt so much to love
Someone that can’t
Love you back
Wake me up
When the world
Is less confusing
And I can finally breathe.

                     -L.Frost

If our love was a flower
Would it be wilted and dead?

If our love was a flower
Could morning rains breath life again?

If our love was a flower
I am the bee
Giving you what you want
Taking what I need

If our love was a flower
What color would you see?
I would see you
As beautiful as could be

If our love was flower
Would we be picked for a vase?
Or would we grow wild like the meadows on the plains?

If our love was a flower
I would water you right

If our love was a flower
You would be by my windowsill at night
So that at mornings birth you could be kissed by my sunlight

Whether sunrise or sunset
Autumn leaves or sundress
The party always seems like one less

Whether rain falls or snow rests
Your beauty escapes no breath
The party always seems like one less

Whether dark days bring deep stress
Your loves what keeps this pen wet
The party always seems like one less

Whether hearts break or re-mesh
Your soul is my weakness
This party just isn’t the same without your sweetness