(via GIPHY)

(via GIPHY)

Delicate Flower

Drip Drop Another tear on her face She always ends up crying, nonstop And all she wants is an embrace You can see the tracks her tears have left You can see the hurt in her eyes She stands there oh so depressed She cries She tries She dies Only wanting him to apologize Just two simple words anyone can speak "I'm sorry" More tears fill her cheeks Is he even starting to worry? Drip Drop Tears fill the cracks in her heart She feels she's some kind of prop All she wants is to go back to the start Her expression is numb Her hands are cold Yet her heart still beats like a drum And she feels a bit bold For she is not as weak or stupid as she may seem She's in control Oh her tears still stream She feels it through her body and soul She has all this power But is as delicate as a flower

I Am From...

(in the style of George Ella Lyon)

I am from the hot cup of tea in the morning

From Barnes&Noble and Stradivarius

I am from the house on a dead end street, isolated, loving, the smell of home Irish and Italian cooking

I am from the rose bush in the garden, that sweet smell and thirst for life

I’m from Thanksgiving dinner and corny jokes

From godfather and godmother

I’m from the late movie nights and game nights

From the monster under the bed and campfire stories

I’m from silent prayers and crushed religion

I’m from New York, Ireland, and Italy

Shortbread cookies and penne

From the old chair swing in her backyard, grieving our losses

The grievance of cancer and heart problems

Walls, window sills, tables filled with pictures of you

“We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.”

Blemishes

Blemishes I'm covered in blemishes From head to toe, from inside and out I keep sending them but you're not getting the messages Your silence just filling me with doubt I keep running, looking for cover Looking through the mirror to find only me Trying to conceal my face in a shit ton of colors Finding tears in every plea Stop playing me like a game Stop being so blue Acting like you're the one riddled with pain Acting like it's all about you It hurts to sit here and be used But I'll make like a lady and handle the abuse

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Coffee shop dates

Picnics

Whiskey

Books

Writing