Scared
When other failed relationships make you question your own
I'm fighting through the tears that are forming in my eyes.
Fighting through them just to see if what you're wearing is disguise.
Another boy has taken a girl's life and turned it upside down.
So now I'm wondering if the things you say are flattery or if they're sound.
I can't be the girl afraid, terrified of what's to come.
So prove to me that I'll come out with love and not something to prove me dumb
Do you want what's inside of me or do you just want inside of me?
Make it clear and make it true or there will be no me and you.
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Korreain Johnson
I'm a Christian wife and mother of three who homeschools. Although I often seem very cookie cutter and traditional in many ways, my creativity allows me to express a side of me that doesn't have to be bothered with perfection and judgment.
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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