Does happy mean lonely?

I am the happiest I have ever beenLiving life in the serene I get coffee at pretty shopsI go out and buy vintage topsI write and read and do everything in betweenI go out to eat and get myself little treatsI go thrifting for treasures, paying time, no measuresI lay in the sun and pick

Fireflies

My hands, the missing puzzle pieces to your hips.Diving in fully kissing the honey from your lips.The harmonious sound from your laugh, as I caress your back, has Mozart quaking in his grave.The universe may come crashing in due to our bodies creating such an electromagnetic wave.Fingers intertwined, like roots from a forest tree.I keep

Mindless Art

The jargon in my mindOne line poemWords with no directionQuotes misalignedEmotions running wildChaos chaos unleash the havocFor once, the world is quiet

Do shadows cry?

Dark skies Crystal droplets Hitting my window. There I see it Hiding within me My shadow. Staring into my eyes Shades of blue and green Looking back at me. I notice nothing but How dark they’ve gotten Dead like the sea. I try to get them to lighten Droplets are now falling Falling onto my

Who am I?

Do I like Sleeping with Sirens or Carrie Underwood? Am I the girl next door or am I a manic pixie dream girl? Do I actually like to read or do I like to binge watch tv? Do I actually like to cook or am I just trying to find something I’m good at? Do

My path

I hate that I pass where it happened everyday that I go to school, On that straight road so much pain and hurt why was I such a fool? Those 2 apartment buildings seem so mysterious now, Why is it still bothering me anyhow? Every time I drive past the apartment on the right, I

Era’s?

I like to add milk and honey to my tea. I like to write at 2am in my nightgown by candlelight. I like to take strolls in the rose gardens in dramatic dresses. I like to be courted like I am in a old romance novel. I like to pick flowers and cook homemade meals.

Stopped

You stopped. You stopped sending me sweet messages, making me seek warnings or presages. You stopped sending me paragraphs and started sending not even half’s. You stopped planning our future, and our wedding. When I ask about it I get one word responses to you its like nothing but nonsense. You stopped calling me cute,

Umber

Look at me with those umber eyes, darling your eyes are dueling mine, the color of the sky. Warm bodies under velvet sheets doing nothing but becoming one, the windows showering us with the warmth from the sun. Your lips touch mine feeling like a warm, fresh croissant, eating delectably in France, our lips melt

1+1=2

Your deep espresso eyes were the first thing to draw me in. It is then that I question where the hell have you been? Your smile can cure what 1,000 heartbreaks have done. Making me instantly regret every single one. Fuck baby I have been waiting for this day. Your laugh can save me from