This time that I'm coming home,
I'm different
in a good way
I love the way you make me look.
My smile is a little brighter,
My back is a little straighter,
My eyes hold more love.
You paint my soul
With your affections and praises.
They are gold.
I glimmer and glisten
With what you've given me.
And although you've already helped me be more beautiful
And better
You continue to pour your love in
You make me bright like star
And push me to do better
Putting me into orbit
Wrapping around you,
But still completing my own journey
All the while you guide me,
Always in my sight
And now here we are
Dancing, intertwined amongst stars
Striving to be better. http://sincerely-soallowed.tumblr.com/
Friday, December 22, 2017
Monday, December 4, 2017
New Beginning
I feel alone but in a good way.
There are still parts of me that want this with you,
But I know on my own feels good
And is just as good too.
There are still parts of me that want this with you,
But I know on my own feels good
And is just as good too.
December is a feeling
My December has always been runny noses, pink fingers and toes,
Puffy jackets that swish when you move,
Klunky boots and wool socks,
That still can't keep you just warm enough.
December smells like fires and musty basements.
It tastes like apple cider and pierogis from Babcia's Polish deli.
The twinkling of the lights on the tree dance outside in the snow,
All the while the tree enjoys the warmth of the indoors.
There is no feeling like entering a home after braving the frigid outdoors.
In California, December is different.
I can still go to the beach,
Jump in the waves,
Lay in the sun
Watch the surfers,
Glistening and gliding through the green waves.
The wind picks up a little more,
And when the sun goes down
The chill is a little more bitter,
But never a real bite.
There's an element of magic,
Knowing that even though this is natural, the fact that I am here is what makes it possible.
The feeling of California in December is surreal.
Puffy jackets that swish when you move,
Klunky boots and wool socks,
That still can't keep you just warm enough.
December smells like fires and musty basements.
It tastes like apple cider and pierogis from Babcia's Polish deli.
The twinkling of the lights on the tree dance outside in the snow,
All the while the tree enjoys the warmth of the indoors.
There is no feeling like entering a home after braving the frigid outdoors.
In California, December is different.
I can still go to the beach,
Jump in the waves,
Lay in the sun
Watch the surfers,
Glistening and gliding through the green waves.
The wind picks up a little more,
And when the sun goes down
The chill is a little more bitter,
But never a real bite.
There's an element of magic,
Knowing that even though this is natural, the fact that I am here is what makes it possible.
The feeling of California in December is surreal.
It all felt wavy
It all felt wavy,
But I knew it would be ok,
And you said it...
It's because I had you
And you understand.
We can sit in silence and write.
Writers are different than non-
Writers are travelers.
Today, I'm just traveling,
Mind wandering,
My body is the vehicle.
Thank you for making my hands warm.
Everything feels warm now.
Your space is warm.
But I knew it would be ok,
And you said it...
It's because I had you
And you understand.
We can sit in silence and write.
Writers are different than non-
Writers are travelers.
Today, I'm just traveling,
Mind wandering,
My body is the vehicle.
Thank you for making my hands warm.
Everything feels warm now.
Your space is warm.
At least I would know
The truth is never something I considered to be so powerful
Until I was lied to.
I really wish you never lied,
Because when you say that you're innocent,
At least I would know
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