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Lauren Dorothy Jan 2013
There are far too many people to meet,
So many wonders to witness,
Countless pictures to be taken,
Beautiful words to finally speak,
Fond memories to recall,
and Stories to write.
Please believe that life goes on, and it gets better. Stay awake for it, please.
Lauren Dorothy Jan 2013
I was skeptical of you at first
Simply because my wandering eyes haven't met yours prior.
But after we were introduced that one Tuesday morning, I noticed you all the more.
I wasn't sure what my feelings were those first days,
And I still didn't know after a week or two.
But I began to realize it slowly
When I would smile absentmindedly when I was alone, or when I would look at the clock when all the digits matched and I didn't know what to wish for.
Or that late night I saw a star fall, and I just wished for us. Or when my favorite color became your eyes.
I chastise myself for not holding your hand, for not leaning against you, for not showing my affection.
Now I realize the little things I miss. The unusual ordinariness which your existence depended on.
I miss you complaining about the sport you play but hate. I miss you geeking out over your favorite comics.
I won't forget my favorite night. When we just sat in the car and talked about nothing and anything. When I hummed along to a song you said you weren't sure you liked, but you hummed too. When you remembered something I said, and I looked at you in awe.
I miss the night where my feelings blossomed, when I began to be comfortable, when I knew what I wanted. I wanted the tall skinny smart guy who was adorably awkward.
I don't blame you for wanting another over me.
I wouldn't want me either.
I didn't mean for this to be so long. It kinda just happened.
Lauren Dorothy Nov 2012
I wouldn't say I fancy him.
However I caught myself smiling in the shower
I heard my own voice singing a melody I never knew
In my ample time, all of my thoughts returned to him.
But no.
I do not fancy him.
Note to you: I really don't write poems. I just write my feelings with some pretty words.
Lauren Dorothy Aug 2012
But
When does my life get exciting?
When will I decide to spend more time with real people
Than my fictional friends in my dog eared novels?
When will my life become one of those stupid high school movies
Where the awkward girl gets the guy she wants?
Lauren Dorothy Aug 2012
Is it little love,
If we hide our true thoughts
But feel it without speaking?
Is it skinny love,
If its just frail hopes
Stretched over porcelain fears?
Is it petty love,
If we let the others
Do our speaking?
Is it miniature love,
If we know it's there
But we continue our admiration
Without conversation?
Small feelings for a significant other. About two people who find eachother interesting but are too shy to admit it.
Lauren Dorothy Jul 2012
Thick boundaries separate
the careful,
the careless,
and the carefree
10 word poem. I try to explain this thought to people, but they never really understand it.
Debated on calling this miles between suffixes but it felt too wordy for a simple poem.
Lauren Dorothy Jul 2012
She was face down on a red mattress
Probably recalling her short life
Probably not remembering me
Probably not thinking of the closing school we used to drag ourselves to
I wonder if she knew she was dying there
I wonder if she knew her last few moments in this life
Would be suffering from a kind bullet
Maybe she was crying silently
Maybe she was thinking of her lonely mother
Maybe she was thinking Of the scars she left
Maybe she was wondering what the black and white headlines would be
Maybe she was wondering how She got involved
She was definitely dreaming that
She could go back and do it right
About a girl I knew. I don't want to say friend because we haven't been close. But she was murdered. She was adopted and got mixed in with the wrong crowd. Most people aren't sympathetic over her death like I am. Maybe because she resembles my brother.

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