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GreenWitch Jan 2020
Black cat on my lap
Give a kiss, give a laugh
Muffins while I knit my last

Black and white dog at my hip
Snoring while I take a sip
Coffee sweet upon my lip

Fiancé lying on the couch
Wondering what he thinks about
Reading book after book, no doubt

Boys safely tucked in bed
Kisses placed upon their head
Sleeping soundly, no'an ounce of dread

Simple, yet lost to so many...
Sorry, in a writy mood I guess...
GreenWitch Jan 2020
They know not
the horrors they have avoided
GreenWitch Jan 2020
When you first fall
It's the puppy love phase
Everyone wears their finery
After a time comfort sets in
The beasts come out to play

We were always backwards
We were monsters from the start
Comfortable and raw
Flaws worn proudly
Unabashedly ourselves

For us, the puppy love came after
After the fighting
After the break up
After the hatred
After the reunion
How did we go through love
Backwards?
GreenWitch Dec 2019
I've often thought I was out looking for perfection
Neat and clean. Interesting. Clear sense of direction.
But the course of these last four years have opened up my eyes
There's no such thing. Still no ring. Happy breathless sighs.
Wisdom and grace have cleared the fog and though love blooms in spring
Words will sting. Hearts will scream. And TRUE love is a messy thing...
GreenWitch Dec 2019
it is inside of us all
this feeling, this intuition
weaved through the strands
stitched in every chromosome
this knowingness, this superstition
it is given no more than a glance
as fleeting as deja vu
it is inside of us all
inside me
inside you
believe it
to be
true
GreenWitch Dec 2019
I'm calling out to a disinterested world
Welcome. To. My. Mind.
You'll see acting, smiling faces
You'll be laughing. In awe of these phases
It'll come crashing, down like the ocean
But you're still laughing, as if I were joking
Welcome. To. My. Mind.
Now how do I make you understand
We're lost in life, slaves to the sands of time.
Now we're seeking life's true purpose
While we're weaving our fate's design
I watch you sleeping, navigating this world
Blinded keepers of that's divine
Welcome. To. My. Mind.
Now how do I make you see again
You're not alone
There's a connection to us all
Welcome. To. Our. Mind.
This was a song I wrote
GreenWitch Dec 2019
I can only hope this feeling lasts
And hope it won't be like the past
A fleeting manic masquerading as joy
Only to leave as a sickening ploy
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