For as long as I could remember, I lived for someone else. Someone from a family member, a friend, a boss, co-worker, an opinion of a stranger, or even my ex... I've had boarders and limitations on my life. Maybe, from the places I traveled, down to my daily actions, careers, hairstyle, even the littlest … Continue reading Fresh Start
Tag: Canadian Writer
Grips
How has this been best for me? You proclaim to love me while restraining me within your grasp Holding on, still captive within your mastery Time has proven my position, dismissed and misplaced What are words with out actions, when filled with contradictions? J. Saunders
Mr. Unknown
I keep breaking the rules between you and I After you leave your scent on my sheets I unfold within the pages writing our secrets with words I'm not supposed to use describing you You've always been my best kept secret Love Notes, J. Saunders
Scar’s
You left a scar and every time I'm reminded of you, my stitches re-open Thank you, for letting me go For not letting me come back to you I begged for your return not knowing what I was wishing for You're bad for me Even if I love you Even if you hurt me time … Continue reading Scar’s
Separation
I am homesick Not for a place I once knew For a person Him I'm homesick for him J. Saunders
Emotional
It's the way you look at me... with your hand on my face, lips pressed into my forehead and the words "I love you", that leaves me speechless with emotions only my heart beats for. J. Saunders
Changes
I'm not worried about you I'm focusing on myself for a change J. Saunders
Imprint
Each scar from the war of our love has a memory my mind runs back to every time my heart yearns for you J. Saunders
Home
I don't want to be your favorite cup of tea or coffee Your favorite drink or wear your best t-shirt to bed All those types of things are changeable Replaceable I want to be substance that feeds your soul That if I’m not around all you had to do was envision home J. Saunders This may not be a new piece for everyone, … Continue reading Home
Question
I've always wondered, why do we miss the things that were never meant for us? Like him. I miss a man, who was never mine and never intended on staying Why? J. Saunders