I think of you...
In his arms
What happened to our heart carved into that oak tree?
You were my first in that dark candlelit room
Our shadows against the wall
Our naked souls colliding
You were my everything
But now you are in the bed of another man
Getting tangled up in his sheets
I hope he treats you like a princess
All these memories flooding in
I pop open another Bud Light
Trying to drown out our loving memories
But they are burned into the back of my heart
I lie on my bed
Staring at the celing
Whispering your name into the comforting dark
I imagine you next to me
And all hell is loose
I go down to the cellar
I grab a bottle of Jack
Your laugh and radiating smile putting me to sleep in sorrow
Another drunken night thinking of us.

Fall is here
The leaves start to descend
Others barely hanging on
While the others gave up hope
In a rush of air
The wind came and picked up the fallen leaves
For the wind loved them so
It ached his heart to see them lying lost
So he gave them warmth
I feel the fallen leaves crunching under my feet
Some leaves have gotten left behind
This is what Faith is like
We are all fallen leaves waiting for hope.

I am not a poet
I am just a simple small town girl
I love to gaze at the stars
To feel the wind blow my hair and whisper in my ears
I love the feeling of cold mud on my skin
Laughing and screaming till I can't no more
I love to sit on the pier
To watch the sun set as it gives the sea one last kiss
I love to find a shady spot
To just sit there and imagine a world full of love and passion
I sit here, now
With my journal in hand
Writing about the art of words
But mind you, I am no poet.

People all around me are rushing
They are crushing the roses
Here I come one breath at a time
I stop and hold the broken petals in my hands
Teenagers running to classes
Bumping into one another
Here I come one breath at a time
Stopping to chat with friends and have a good laugh
Adults are speeding
Swerving into lanes and cutting each other off
Here I come one breath at a time
Letting people go on by and giving them the hand
People have this constant mind set of hurrying
That they forget that the little things matter most
I stopped and smelled the roses
I helped the little old lady cross the street
I watched the sunset
The sun and the moon forever separated against the same sky
I get called slow and represent a turtle
I smell the backwoods
I observe nature and the way people interact
I am in no hurry
We all have 24/7 hours in a day
I could die tomorrow and I would be satisfied
The hurried one would be rummaging with things for tomorrow
Their minds never at peace
I drift off with the clouds on tidal waves of the blue clear sky
I am a Sunday Stroller
I enjoy the little things
I stop and smell the long forgotten roses.

People are like stars
They are beautiful and come in many different shapes and sizes
They don't ever get to see their beauty
But everyone else around them does
The stars light up the night sky
People are walking the night sky looking for stars
Little do they know that the stars are inside them.

I am wrapped in your endearing warmth
In the bed of your truck
Tangled in sheets
Pillows thrown around
A bottle of Jack uncapped and empty
You whisper against my lips
The promises of forever and love
The wind plays with my hair
But all I feel is your arms around me
The stars are out illuminating the dark sky
A full moon playing with our shadows
You throw your head back and laugh
Sendning me to crash againt you
As our bodies lie on top of one another
I can't help but feel how perfect it is being here with you
I stare into your eyes
They are filled with a burning passion
My eyes linger at your lips
I whisper the words "Kiss Me"
The moment our lips touch
Sparks fly and the stars smile at our love
The moon knows what we did that night
We both know it's a feeling you only ever feel once in your lifetime
You were, and still are my first and only love.