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1.2k · Feb 2015
If the world went my way
morgan kearsey Feb 2015
If the world
Went my way
I would be 25 and
Fresh out of college.
Three dogs
Back home in a
Two bedroom apartment
Furnished with the
Comforts of home and
The future.

If the world
Went my way
I would wear
ripped jeans and
Flannels and black
Nail polish
And i would smile--
Always
I would earn
my own money
And buy
my own things
Go out
Every weekend
and take
pictures of everything.
I would
go on a roadtrip
enjoy the sights
and smells
and feelings.
And i would love
Everyone I’d meet
And laugh
And cry without
Conviction.

If the world
went my way
I would
Be a volunteer
Learn how to cook like a pro
Watch tv all day
Eat strange foods
And try my best
to try everything.

I would travel and
Gain experience
Learn a new language
or three
and maybe even
become religious.

If the world
went my way
I would have done all
this by now.
If the world
went my way
i wouldn’t have to deal with
****** people
and pop music.
If the world
went my way
I would be jamming to
punk rock
on my way to Rome
smiling at
everyone involved
and loving
every second of it.
627 · Feb 2015
Is it possible?
morgan kearsey Feb 2015
Is it possible
To love someone
More than you love yourself?

Is it possible
To love someone
That you haven’t even met before?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
To feel butterflies
Whenever you laugh
Be it in an
Amateur video
Or a professional recording?

Is it possible
To want to kiss you
To want to
Feel your lips on mine
So much it hurts?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
That someone like you
Would love
Someone like me?
Is it possible?
Is it?
396 · Feb 2015
Winter
morgan kearsey Feb 2015
there once was a girl
whose name was of a season;
the season of cold, of frost and snow
and in which bright fire embers could glow.


there once was a girl
whose name was of a season
the season that came
and brought the storm that stole away
what was left of her own little family.


there once was a girl
whose name was the one that
the freezing breeze whispered
one fateful windy day.


there once was a girl
whose name she couldn’t bear to hear
as it was the last word
she once heard her mother say.


there once was a girl
whose name was spread around
she was known as the girl
who took her own life
for the pain was too much
and the guilt was too strong
that she had died but they had gone.


there once was a girl
whose name now rests on a plaque
on many a snow-coloured bench
on the frosty streets
of the neighbourhood
that she had once called her home.


each time the season comes
people say they hear
the name of the girl
upon the frozen lips
of a mother gone away

                “Winter...”

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