

FreeI was wrong You are notFree
What I made you out to be It’s my own fault There’s no one else to blame But me
And now I am no longer blinded By what I thought to be My eyes are wide open To new possibilities
I think I’ve found one Who moves me to extremes And in just one night I am smitten by her And hopeful of what could be
So don’t worry My friend I no longer feel sad My thoughts now lie elsewhere My heart has been released And I am finally free


I WonderAnxious Curious Of what might be If we both came together As One The butterflies Tell me I’m falling for you Already I know it’s too soonI Wonder
I wonder Do you feel the same way, too?
I can’t help Wanting to follow my emotions As they wander off
Into fantasy Into my dreams
As I lay fast asleep
Always in my thoughts I find myself Thinking of ways To surprise you With tiny little notes
Like I’m just thinking of you Or with bouquets of flowers
Or sentimental gifts That express th


Only YouSitting alone Listening To songs of birds In the background It’s music to my ears Because I can no longer bear The lyrics I hear On the radio Songs about finding love Songs about heartache Songs about wanting to die They only make me think of you And only youOnly You
Constant thoughts
Running through my mind Repeating themselves Again And again I turn on the TV
It distracts me From escaping into fantasy And wishing for things I will never have with you Because I can no longer bear To have thoughts of


Sucker for YouMy heart is weakening Every time I pretend not to care Every time I hold back my emotions When I’m dying to reach out to you insteadSucker for You
I can no longer keep up this facade I’m creating just for you Because I’m a sucker for you It’s making me feel like such a fool
Every time I think I’m conquering my feelings I hold deep inside for you You only pull me in once more Because you make me feel wanted Feel needed And much cared for
But I can no longer keep up this facade I’m creating just for you Because I’m a sucker for you And i


Colourful lifeFrom within the cupboard I pull out the dusty canvas and with an old gray cloth, i carefully wipe away the cobwebs, the traces of intruders upon the plain canvas that is my life.Colourful life
Upon a sturdy stand, i place the now clean canvas and wonder, in which ways to make a colourful life? Yellows, blues or reds? Or pastel pinks and outrageous greens?
With a thick brush, i outline the important parts in black, those which have left a dent in my memory and those which have become the base of my being.
Slowly I reach for a thin brush, tipped with blue and gently paint on th
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Keep in contact,
Laura xx
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Lara Jade.
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l a r a j a d e . c o . uk
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"Salterò in aria, mi trafiggerà il vento e sarò una stella"
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