If a writer
Falls in love with you
you can never
A peaceful mind
Because it's years
Free of judgement
At a price
Tuesday 12 - Back when you're just starting out. You know nothing... And that is great.
I'll never talk about what it's not, but I'll tell you what it is
It's the jaw harps sound, clear as spring water in open mouths
It's an echo clear in a budding clearing
And clear enjoyment in the crinkling eyes of a crying wish
And as for my old mentor, his name was Kitten Lips
Because he purrrrrred when he performed on it
Tuesday 12 - Closed it out with a true story. Had some fun for an hour in change. GG.
the crisp edges satisfyingly crunchy.
i bit into half a blueberry scone still warm from the oven.
a new recipe you decided to try out.
it tastes delicious.
She was only 6 years old
When her mother caved to a substance
I am here, but you can't see me.
I am close, but you can't touch me.
I am thinking of you, but you don't know it.
I am praying for you, but you don't hear it.
I care for you, but it may not be obvious.
I cry for you, but keep my tears carefully hidden.
I am here.
How different would things be if I weren't?
Now I come to the end of myself
And my skins crawls off the walls
Off the walls
I bend and I break
As I give and I take
For a softer way
For a yesterday
But it never comes
And if ever does
Will I be ready?
Will I be there?
Because right now I’m nowhere
But I’m everywhere
And I float high in the thin air
The warm, luscious smell
Enveloping me in sweetness.
It’s made from the box?
It still smells good.