I miss you today.
I miss sharing my world with you.… Read the rest
Author: LaLa (page 2)
when my heart wakes up
My mind has started to take over, thinking of all the things we could do together in this world.
It is intoxicating. And therefore, probably not the healthiest.
I need to stay in the here and now.
Becoming a little self conscious, , , and wanting to download all these beautiful sensations for you to feel too.… Read the rest
Monday sleep ins – summer is here!!
Hey, good morning.
Do you have the day off today?
I am taking the day off pretty much. Slept late because I was up late stressing about the way I said goodbye to my old besties after our dinner last night.… Read the rest
rainy day
It is so rainy here this afternoon… is very lovely company for my teary heart.
Sorry to be so sad. . . it seems like my heart is holding quite a bit of pain in there!
It feels risky. That’s true.… Read the rest
ouch!! – what do you mean?
I am more than a little confused,
And it hurts already.
To go back to the towns where I feel so ashamed of myself.
And meet up with you?
I am not sure that my heart could cope with being stood up in that kind of situation.… Read the rest
tears of you
Hello, are you asking me to come back for a visit?
I could use the blue, the green and the hugs,
But what happens if I make the trip and we don’t connect?
Another branch to climb out on a limb,
And risk hurting my heart,
An opportunity for you to ignore me again.… Read the rest
the sorrows of work
Climbing back into bed,
For the 7th time this morning,
Sleep dulls the pain,
Of starting again.
A new work endeavour,
That will just get broken when my mind flies away.
Why bother even starting?
100 careers and counting.… Read the rest
the bits that can stay
The parts that sparkle to me,
In all these years of words,
Are the ones that speak poetically,
Of some observation of the senses.
Sometimes emotional heartbreak
can be articulated in that way,
It doesn’t feel like my true purpose, though,
To talk about love.… Read the rest
your love
not good for me
This is not ideal.
Not a very precise way of having a conversation.
And it always reflects badly on me.
Joining the dots, when there may be none.
So, I don’t know if that was you talking about spasms and shudders.… Read the rest