been gone for less than a day but the taste of your lips hasn't faded away
walking in at 5 pm
my hands fly to my phone looking for your message to know i'm not alone your words are calming your smile divine i'm so so proud to call you mine
(wrote this for an old love. we ended on good terms but seeing this in my drafts brought back memories)
There is 2
One is Zoey Black and fat One is Battle Grey and tall Russian blue Can be moody loves to be petted Short hair domestic Eats alot needs attention but must have her space Characters they are So opposite So alike it's quite fun having these two they are my joy they give me alot to look forward to I know they care No matter what These 2 cats really are so special we are family I got them and they got me to I love these 2 cats they are so cool They know I love them They are kinda spoiled but deserve it that much is true These 2 cats My 2 cats © Jennifer L DeLong 🦏 4/2021
Strong as a mountain
Beautiful like a fountain Unique in every way Courageous every single day A mind so filled with possibilities A body with so many abilities A spirit with unyielding might A soul as pure as light But the darkness in her heart Is tearing her apart And every move she makes The darkness wants to take Forever in a state of worry Should she slow down or should she hurry Sometimes life gets a little blurry But she can beat it with a flurry Very special even if she doesn't know And as she finds herself and grows The best parts in life will start to show And when you see her she will glow Irreplaceable she is For she fills others with so much bliss She's an amazing person too And no one can fill her shoes She's as deep as a river Harmonious as a soft tune Gentle as a dove And capable of anything
Whatever you're going through just know that there's no one out there that can replace you. So keep going and everything will get better.
starving to lick your wounds
clean and fresh i really love you special and divine it is hard to swallow what seems to be knives sometimes we cry it’s casual ******* painful close and loving relief your heart beats with mine the pain that comes with our current residence unprecedented times get stronger as we age like wine pull me with you all i want is you with i
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pens can express when the tongue can't:}
What makes her so different What makes her so quiet yet her silence flowing a million words What makes her so dark yet the room in her presence shines What makes her so desperate yet her eyes hopeful for savior what makes her so inert yet the sweat on her screams excite What makes her so sad yet her way of fidgeting is fighting a smile Yet she manages to fuel him with a sift of need for more of her fascinating enchantment ------ravenfeels
Do butterflies realize their beauty,
The wonderful way in which they fly, Or do they compare themselves to every insect Wondering if they should hide their colorful wings with dye. Do they admire their wing’s softness Their calming patterns, soft and light Or do they think there’s something wrong with them If there's something faulty with their size Do they hate carrying the weight of those stunning patterned wings Do they ask themselves why they don't look the same Or do they realize it is because they're queens. Do they recognize they have nothing to be jealous of. That they’re special and unique Those wings are part of who they are And without them, they would just be weak. Do butterflies realize their wings’ beauty And know they need them to reach the sky Because without them they would be incomplete And would remain “butter” without “fly”.
1 am 06 and
My mother's just called the police on my Daddy for hitting her in the face 'Cause he didn't like the food today. 1t Doesn't come as too much of a surprise They've been yelling all-day They've been yelling every day. 1 am jotting it All down in a little notebook, without Lines because 1 want to practice my Straight hand. No one else in My little 1st-grade class has a mother Calling the police on their daddy For hitting their mother in the face. That is why 1 am special.
I've seen it all before
And I'm sure I'll see it again. But I don't know if I'll ever meet Someone as special as you, friend.
There is no secret meaning to life,
Nor is anyone special. To be honest, I don’t really care. I’m not too fond of fate, And I never wanted to be special. I simply wish to live, And create my own purpose.