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Canada
19, Blue eyes, Brown Hair, 5'4, Curvy, Athlete, Depressed (but no one knows it), Dreaming of being a writer.
Poems
me-mow
Dec 2014
our moments together after we make love
are the ones i hold dearest- nothing above.
i pay close attention to the way that your hair falls
and i notice how you look at me; how it'll make your breath stall.
the moments before were hot and intense,
but now we lay, naked and passionate.
blue eyes meet blue eyes
you're so ******* beautiful, i think i might cry.
but you give me a smile and a playful shove,
that's why my favourite moments are the ones after we make love.
are the ones i hold dearest- nothing above.
i pay close attention to the way that your hair falls
and i notice how you look at me; how it'll make your breath stall.
the moments before were hot and intense,
but now we lay, naked and passionate.
blue eyes meet blue eyes
you're so ******* beautiful, i think i might cry.
but you give me a smile and a playful shove,
that's why my favourite moments are the ones after we make love.
Mary Gay Kearns Mar 2019
My imaginary return.
Mary Gay Kearns
Mar 2019
The road of the White garden
Stretching down the side of the old brick wall
Where all the shrubs and plants were white
And cherries hung in clusters from the trees.
In my imagination I had returned
Bringing all my memories
The flowers, trees, birds, tea houses
The pretty playing children, lollies
Best dresses and shoes, skipping rope
My collection of dolls, ‘blueyes’, ‘Rosebud’
The ducks and swans, families, friends.
This was my childhood and here I will
Stay in the grounds of safety and beauty.
Life is short but the memories linger
Floating in the air, carrying scents of
Fragrances Of a time now gone.
Love Mary ***
Stretching down the side of the old brick wall
Where all the shrubs and plants were white
And cherries hung in clusters from the trees.
In my imagination I had returned
Bringing all my memories
The flowers, trees, birds, tea houses
The pretty playing children, lollies
Best dresses and shoes, skipping rope
My collection of dolls, ‘blueyes’, ‘Rosebud’
The ducks and swans, families, friends.
This was my childhood and here I will
Stay in the grounds of safety and beauty.
Life is short but the memories linger
Floating in the air, carrying scents of
Fragrances Of a time now gone.
Love Mary ***