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 Aug 2014 Alice
L
To John Lennon, wherever you and your twisted mind are now...*

I like to think that we're connected somehow.
Your music makes me think, makes me second guess things, makes me live.
It's amazing what your words do to me.
No one will ever understand what you mean to me.
Quite honestly, I'm not sure I want them to.

So thanks, Johnny.  
For everything you've done for me, my music taste, my mind, and my heart.
I love you and all your imperfections.
 Aug 2014 Alice
L
scoliosis
 Aug 2014 Alice
L
I didn't ask to be this way.
this curved.
this deformed.
this insecure.

but I like to believe You made me this way for a reason.
maybe to tell my story to others.
maybe to give others the strength to have surgery.
maybe to let others know that two metal rods in your back is normal for someone with scoliosis.

but maybe
there isn't a reason
at all.
 Aug 2014 Alice
L
10w
 Aug 2014 Alice
L
10w
Who do I cry for anymore?
Myself or lack thereof?
**
Leigh
 Aug 2014 Alice
L
why do you do the things you do?
your body says,
"Come hither."
but your eyes say
"Why bother?"

so which is it, boy?
surely,
if you didn't want me in the slightest,
you would have left me years ago...
just like the others.

yet here you stand,
as beautiful as ever.

I call you Beatiful Boy...
but those are just
words.
do you believe you are beautiful?

your hazel eyes full of insecurity say
"No."
they are full of memories and
taunts from bullies of the past...
but they aren't here anymore, Beauitful Boy.
they're long gone.
the only one that remains is me.

can you see me?
 Aug 2014 Alice
L
Heaven - Hell
 Aug 2014 Alice
L
"God is love."
Is He?
Because according to God,
the love I feel is a sin.
It's wrong to feel so loved.
Is God love when I write love poems for another woman?
When she holds my hand,
is He love then?
An understanding God accepts all love.
Is God love?
theology makes a muse

**
Leigh
 Aug 2014 Alice
R
I simply cannot remember yesterday
Or the day before that
Or a week before that
Or even a month
Or year
Or years...
I simply cannot remember anything.

And I hate myself for it
Because I want to remember the way your kisses tasted
When I gave you your Beatles magazines on our
Six month anniversary.
Or how we went on a double date with our
Friends, Paul and Cameron, and how we
Snuck into an elementary school
And kissed under the trees
And how we shared a root beer float
And I spilled it all over my dress.
Or how we walked halfway to the dress shop hand
In hand until we crossed the road.
Or how you bought a beautiful dress
That I cannot wait to see you in one day.
And I want to remember how Paul made those
Cute little kitten noises... And how each one
Reminded me of you.

As I sit here listening to the CD you made me
I try to remember every detail of our love making that
Night and day. I want to remember your breath in my ear
And to remember the way I kissed your neck
And *******
And stomach.

Or the way we smile at each other
And the way I catch you looking at me
While I'm looking at something else intently
Trying to figure out its purpose in our universe.
I just want to remember the way you smiled at me
Today forty years from now when I tell our adopted children
About how we met many long years ago.
I want to remember the way you smell, which I know I always will,
Because I constantly try to keep your scent on me at all times.
And I just want to remember the words you have written and spoken
Because those words are gifts from God that I thank him every single day for, and I could not be more grateful for you and your words than
I am right now.

I am in love, and I love you so much my darling, And I know that
This is the one thing I simply can never forget.
I love you, L<3 I'm sorry I'm so forgetful... Don't ever mistake that for me not loving you my beautiful darling girl.
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