Early morning,
everyone is sleeping
and there’s just you.
No one to bother you, interrupt your thoughts,
Or remind you of the present.
When you can just think or not think.
When you can dream or fantasize.
Time to think of your life, friends, or family.
Escape into a book, a movie, or just the silence.
My time. Bliss.
~HonestLynne
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~HonestLynne
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When you have found yourself withdrawn
The writer will hold on
For what was here and gone
Might just have a spawn
That could creep up at dawn.
~HonestLynne
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When my shirt hit the floor,
The feeling of hate was no more.
This was just what I was looking for.
A time to forget, a time to remember.
Your lips are on mine, I feel myself tremble.
Just close my eyes and live in the moment,
To act before we lose our momentum.
I don’t love, I don’t hate.
What you are is fate.
Giving me a moment,
To not torment,
But giving me fulfillment.
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My destruction
Washing over me with every notion
Every touch and feeling
Leaves me reeling
How can it be?
That you have this effect on me.
We are not what each other needs.
I try and fight to be free.
But you pull me back
My mind under attack
With a single kiss
You’re hard to not miss
We are volatile
Making our attempts futile
The definition of crazy
Doing something over and over again till we are hazy
When I see the light
It doesn’t seem right
An attraction so deep
so hard to keep
I guess with love
There is so much more than the above.
By: HonestLynne
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With every passing year
I take a deep breath
In with the knowledge that nothing has changed
And Out with the disbelief.
~Honestlynne
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I‘m driving.
It’s raining hard and the roads are wet.
I hit the gas to go faster and faster but
to only shift my foot cautiously back to the brake.
Worrisome, nervousness, and anger are racing through my heart
as I think about what I’m is going to find.
I lets loose of my grip on the steering wheel
only to check my phone for messages.
I pull into the parking lot and drive slowly
looking for my destination.
I see the white car glistening under the light and rain.
I park next to it. Jumping from the car,
leaving everything behind, the car door unlocked
and running through the rain to the passenger door of the white car.
I open it.
I hear the music first but then I hear the quiet sobs from inside.
I sit down and close the door.
Without words,
I pull my friend close to me and wraps my arms around her.
As I start to comfort her, she cant keep it in any longer.
She cries, letting out all the feelings that have been eating her up inside.
She cries until there are no more tears for her to spill.
I held her silently until the sobs got quieter,
her body wasn’t shivering any longer,
until her breathing started to become normal again.
Only the sounds of the music and the storm filled the car.
When she was ready, she spoke of everything on her mind.
There were times when she was in a fit of rage and
then times when tears started to start down her face again.
She was an eighteen year old whose
heart was shattered into a million pieces.
She would never be the same.
Unlike a puzzle, the pieces of her heart would never fit back the right way.
As I was driving home that night,
the car was silent except for the rain,
I began to think about why some things happen.
She couldn’t see past her love and so she was punished?
She deserves to be happy once in a while.
We all deserve a happy ending.
Maybe not at eighteen,
but when?
By: HonestLynne
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