Innocent filled laughs
Watch in awe as bubbles fly
Then POP! That is joy
Innocent filled laughs
Watch in awe as bubbles fly
Then POP! That is joy
I’ll be converting my published pieces into audio recordings that can be found on my podcast for those who may not have time to dive deep into reading.
Also in the future, I will have more than just poetry and blog posts uploaded to the podcast.
It will be a place where I will have unfiltered conversations with others about topics important to me and may be important to you as well!!
Stay tuned for more podcast episodes but in the meantime here is my first episode, a poem I wrote titled Where Innocence Once Grew
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to be the inanimate object that resembles your love
the smell of coffee brings back memories of you staying a little longer
what undiscovered treasures live right under our noses
x marked the spot where i met you
and your hand brushed against mine
time-there’s never enough
or maybe there’s too much
the ocean lives in your eyes
and not a day passes by that i don’t want to dive into you
and not a day goes by that i don’t drown in all that you are
cries of heartache were only described sounds until i met you
something like the scary stories you tell a child to keep them weary of monsters until those very same monsters rob them of their innocence
in a sense i knew you long before i met you
in other ways its like I never knew you at all
x marked the spot where i met you
i fear ex will mark the spot where we fall