Just a girl with a lot of words in her head and heart.
as the years go by I know I fucked up what could have been I suck you’re the best and endless now I’m blocked and stressed
By Lizzie Alan2 years ago in Poets
I was asked, mom if you were five years old, where would you go? Oh baby goo-goo, let me tell you, I would go see my baby brothers and my mom & dad.
By Lizzie Alan3 years ago in Confessions
The night he died he messaged me. The night she died I could have messaged her. A shotgun to his face. A needle in her vein.
By Lizzie Alan3 years ago in Poets
I know I did you wrong. I know I tried to hold the song. Fantasy, fairyland. Only in my head. Messaged you, left on read.
Transparent moonlight. Illuminating impulse. Wants from the depths of my mind.
An accepted year Welcome new year white snow. Give me strength, cosmos.
Early February, 2018. That's when I met you. It was a normal day. Shopping needed to be done. It must have been in the afternoon. I was a simple paraprofessional, going to teaching school, living my life as a simple momma and homemaker.
New year, new dreams, new moons. Arizona always will have that big sky, minimum light interference, and a natural aura that has been strong since day one.
We all want a cosmic fairy tale. We seek it in the mundane things of others. One love for different stages of life? A changing love to meet those needs continuously?
The sides of a mountain range waits. Waits for what? It does not know. Rugged terrain is its face of granite, clay, and minerals.
