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  May 2015 Laura Withers
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God gave the wisemen their wisdom,
and to the poets their dreams.
To father and mother, their love for each other
but He left me out, so it seems.

I went around brokenhearted
thinking life was an empty affair
but when God gave me you,
it was then that I knew,
He'd given me more than my share.
these are the lyrics to a camp song that I kept hearing in my dream last night. I didn't write this. sweet, isn't it? it's a bit slow, kind of like a lullaby.
Laura Withers Apr 2015
You tender hand,
held me gently.
Like a rosebud, not yet bloomed,

But as you held,
tenderly,
And caressed me everyday.
Watered and cared,
and watched for hours,
waiting for me to let you in.

I did.

For you alone I bloomed.

I let you know my deepest fears,
and my heart's desire.

But lately all you let me know,

*Is that you let me down.
I feel as if the world is a flower. It must be caressed. It is kind to some, and harsh to others.
Laura Withers Apr 2015
There's this voice,
in my head.

She screams at me.
I understand.

She says:

You're fat.

She says:

You're Ugly.

And I Am.

Overweight.

And it's not just a disorder.

Or a problem.

But a Number

That is a statistic
saying:

Obese

Overweight

The Tolerance,
to the treadmill,
That I Regret,
everyday.

And I can't do it anymore.

So there.

Goodbye food.

And anything else.

That tortures me daily.

Like the voice.

Her Name.

Is
Skinny.
Based off the Novel Skinny. (and real life events.
Laura Withers Apr 2015
What are friends?

When you're down,
in the blue.

They are always there,
to comfort,
and love.

When you're scared,
for a loved one,
or a breakup appears.

They are always there,
with open arms,
and help,
to get you,
through hard
times.
I HAVE A FREINDDDDDDD
HER NAME IS ABBEY.
FOLLOW HER PLZ>
Marie Belle.
Laura Withers Apr 2015
The world is like a bubble.
Floating,
barley on the edge,
ready to pop,
at any moment.
Make the world a better place.
  Apr 2015 Laura Withers
Florence Maude
They can't tell how the other feels,
They can't see that there's something real.

What bitter sweet tragedy,
That they can't see.

She secretly loves him and he secretly loves her,
A mystery how such thing can occur.

They don't tell one another,
How much they love eachother.

Such a shame,
That life had to put them in this game.

Keeping the truest of love apart,
Never giving it the chance to start
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