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Laura Aug 2013
seasons may come and go
but the wind will always blow
so you've always been my wind.

sand and water always meet
when they brush across my feet
so you've always been my water.

when i'm cold you light a match
and a fire starts to catch
so you've always been my fire.

if there's an earthquake underground
i'd never hear a sound
so you've always been my earth.

through the dark around us
you've helped me find the light
held my hand in one and my heart in another
you've always been my everything.
Inspired by Lydia and Stiles on Teen Wolf (oops, it's a good show)
Laura Jul 2013
you were a nice distraction
a quiet, mysterious soul
but i felt like i was pushing
and you would never pull.

i tried to make this time different
open up and let you in
but then i realized the game i was playing
was one i'd never win.

i forgot where we were
gone from reality and too far away
and that back home you had her
and with her you would stay.

all i hope is that i move on
keeping this week we had in mind
pack up the memories
and leave the hurt behind.
Laura Jul 2013
a week
day to day life goes to rest
our daily vices stripped away
and our minds are cleared.

a week
early mornings and groggy voices
laughing
sounding brighter than the perfect harmonies we sang.

a week
cold, rushed showers
relaxing every bone in our bodies.

a week
where those organized activities you dread in school
are now your favorite things to do in the world.

a week
where a common fear
is gone
and is only a mere nuissance.

a week
ups and downs; hardships and jealousy
but soon forgotten with the help of a kind soul.

in a week
i was changed.
choir camp 2013: one of the best weeks of my life.
Laura Jul 2013
isn't everything easier when you don't open up?
i've barely put myself out there
and i've found it much easier
to just stay inside.

i'll reach out a hand and you don't take it
i take a step toward you and you take a step back
so wouldn't it make sense for me
to just stay inside?

i try to reason with myself but you won't let me
something about you always pulls me away
and i can never even find the simple will
to just
stay
inside.
Laura Jul 2013
sometimes i feel like i should be doing much more.
like going to concerts and walking in parks
and calling that one person you talked to in english class.

more pictures to post and people to see
and riding my bike in the summer.
more of this and that.

i'd like having a reason to get ready in the morning
because putting more makeup on with no where to go
is really
getting
old.
Laura Jul 2013
memorize how each person in your life says 'hello'
so when they leave
you'll know how to remember something other than 'goodbye'
Laura Jul 2013
Now listen to the tale of Lila LaRue
A tale that taught us
to think before you do.
A plump gal she was, weighed three hundred and three
She had a strange love for berries, you see?
She hopped down Yale Trail,
And sat on stump
Plop! Right next to Edward the grump.
Edward was old, his memory fading
and didn’t appreciate Lila’s space invading.
“Lila,” he grumbled
“what do you need?”
“I’m looking for the old Yale Berry Tree!”
He sighed and humphed and grumped and thought,
“Kids these days.”
The adventures they sought!
He pointed to the left,
and said ”follow the trail.”
How Lila couldn’t wait to fill her pail!
Lila ****** to her side,
And broke into a run;
She had to get berries
‘Fore the day was done.
But then Edward shouted
something she couldn’t make out
so she lifted her head to see what it was about.
But she tripped on a root
And fell into a tree
“Its old Yale!”
Lila thought with great glee.
She plucked off a berry,
with a strange looking skin
But what was stranger
Was what lied within.
The juice is too ****,
she thought much too late.
Then the grump found her,
in her lifeless state.
“Such a fool, that Lila LaRue.
never read the sign, like I told her to do.”
“Poisonous Berries, please do not eat.”
The sign read, freshly painted and neat.
Always listen to Edward
for he is old and wise.
“Never let a careless  mistake
become your demise.”
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