As a child I was carefree.
As a teen I was wild but still me.
In my twenties I lost my way.
It’s the truth. I have no words to say!
Then my thirties came and went.
What a waste of breathing.! A life badly spent!
I was broken and quite shattered.
I didn’t give a shit cause nothing mattered.
Who would love a shadow of who I once was?
Who would be okay with my ugly past?
Then came you into my life.
You said you saw me as your wife.
You saw past my bruises and my old needle marks.
You just loved me with all of your heart.
With you I didn’t feel shattered anymore!
Your love caressed me at my core.
You didn’t pimp me like others before.
You saw in me what I no longer saw.
I was beautiful and I was whole!
No longer broken despite the falls.
Your love came and set me free.
Thank you, thank you for loving me.
Story inspired by a patient’s story. Have a grand day.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Yes that is right. As with social media after a while we get caught up in how many likes we get and how many followers we have for our posts but we need to remember why we started on this site to begin with.
For those that are trying to sell a book or quit their jobs and prosper on WordPress revenue then by all means invest in yourself. If you are like me and are just passionate about writing and sharing then just keep writing and sharing. It will be slow but you will get followers.
If you have great content it will speak for itself and eventually prosper. Don’t get discouraged when you hear crickets with your blog posts. Trust me someone is reading it and it might only be your one friend but don’t discount that person. Each person that reads and follows is important because they took time out to read your post and comment or perhaps not comment. You aren’t less worthy because you have less likes or few followers. You are grand because you dared yourself to share your thoughts, your poetry, your fears, your secrets and your fantasies with the world. You are a writer! You are a blogger! You are a visionary! You matter! In reality you only need one person to like, love and be passionate about your writing and that person should be you yourself.
With that being said I want to thank my followers for liking my content. I consider each of you special.
I don’t know what else to do!
I can’t fight the urge to kiss your sweet mouth any longer.
Thinking about you drives me so crazy!
But I will remain calm for what I desire is your soul.
Every night I dream about you being beside me. I dream about the day when my heart is no longer feeling alone and ignored.
I will pray for the day when you to take notice of me.
And when you ask me to be yours my answer shall be yes.
With much love
Hugs from Brooklyn.
Ya no se que hacer!
Ya no puedo padecer estas ganas de besar tu dulce boca.
Pensando en ti me vuelve ay tan loca!
Pero mantendré la calma porque lo que anhelo es tu alma.
Cada noche sueño contigo a mi lado, mi corazón nunca mas aislado.
Rezaré que un día tomes cuenta de mi y cuando me pidas ser tuya diré que si.
Con mucho cariño
Abrazos de Brooklyn
I’ll never apologize for saying what I feel.
It was an amount I could no longer conceal.
My heart sang its song because it was happy.
You didn’t correspond but I won’t feel crappy.
I can’t help feeling so bliss when I’m with you!
Can’t help missing you when I’m not with you!
You make me want to grow wings, take flight and soar.
Even if others keep knocking at my door
It’s only you I choose to adore.
Yes! This is quite mesmerizing!
Therefore not something worth me apologizing.
——————————————————————-Thank you for reading my blog. I leave you now with a kiss and a hug.
If non verbal autism is silent
You must become silent
You must listen with your heart
Only then can you hear them speak
With much love
This is dedicated to my ex-boyfriend who had Asperger Syndrome which is on the high end of the autism spectrum. He always wanted to be more of a neurotypical man which means more like a man not on the spectrum at all. He felt there was something wrong with him. I felt he was just grand.
There is nothing better than being with someone who is super intelligent, super gentle and respectful. Raw honesty was actually healing. He embodied the innocence of a child with the wisdom of an old man. His hugs and kisses were few but always sincere.
Although exhausted from a week’s work he always met me because he said he loved my company. He would sometimes fall asleep mid sentence from exhaustion and awake to say he could go home but preferred to rest by my side.
It ended because he was younger than I and wanted children I could no longer provide. Thanks to the lessons I learned being with him he is now my higher standard for a relationship. I want an honest, true loving, gentle, intelligent and loyal man. I will no longer accept any less.