Writing

Happy Birthday!

You know who you are, 

But thanks for another year of support,

Friendship,

And no trust issues (*cough* the other one *cough*),

Anyway,

You've been the best!

The red bike,

It just sits,

No one ever touches it,

No one ever claimed the bike,

After years in the park,

It lost some of its shine after tons of storms,

The rust comes and covers the beautiful paint,

Verse one

I grew up believing in magic
 In endings tied up with a bow
 Thought love was just timing and wishing
 Guess I didn’t know

Like atoms, humans attract when far, and repel when close; distance is the beauty of this prose. 

stupid little trees 

speak to me 

through their whispering leaves 

they seem to grieve. 

stupid little clouds 

cry so damn loud 

through snow and rain 

I am just too much, 

too loud,

too weird,

too open and honest,

too kind, 

just too everything. 

Talk about my emotions, 

so smart about who I am,