Your smile lights the room Beaming Awkwardly you walk with me Looking at me and then to the ground again You brush your hair away You clear your throat “It’s ok” I say, “It’s all going to be fine” You smile and pull close The relief of surrender falls over you and you awaken to…
He reached too far Her heart was never there for him She told him she loved him She loved someone else Someone who would always hurt her He stopped reaching His heart was tired of aching He took back his love Now he can breathe again
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This is not my journey, he said Not where I’m supposed to be Where I belong… Walking nights Aimless Unfathomable comfort in not knowing yet uncomfortable enough to admit he knows the truth Surrendering to the gravity of where he belongs but where? That’s still the question It just isn’t here Not in this time…
So many times I’ve tried to walk away from you Every time Something reaches out and grabs ahold of me It pulls me back I don’t understand So many nights I wake up I wish you were the one I was sleeping next to I lay there silent Alone Waiting
We could walk together One thousand lifetimes Holding hands Sharing that same smile and you’ll always return To the one who has hurt you Countless times Continue on your journey, my dearest Be happy … if you can I’ll always smile to think of you… Follow me on Twitter and Instagram: @tanisjustice
You come alive On the sand Next to the ocean Running away so that the waves don’t catch you Your smile outshines the sun at it’s brightest Gathering your treasure stolen from the sea Hand and hand Smiling but not looking to see Following the path between the wet and dry Who are you today?…
I stand on the outer edge of myself and reality I am unable to wake up and find the same me every morning Truth is a rule that most people bend Truth is a lie Lies Like love and faith I have great faith In nothing solid I walk a gray line Counting points that…
Stuck in traffic and no one to flirt with except truckers. Not happening. My phone rings and I don’t recognize the number. I answer. It could be the school, my doctor, or a random hot stranger. It could be. It wasn’t. It’s the ex-girlfriend. She flirts. We talk. She wants to grab lunch. I tell…
