Words are my passion
Poetry my addiction…
” I bought a one way ticket cause I knew I would never see the ground unless I was aboard a jet plane and we were going down ”... Owl City
Naylor hosts *Chocoholics Anonymous* and is a member of ! ♥♥All About Hearts♥♥ !, ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, **SPIRIT & PSYCHIC PEACE Group**, A Place To Call Home, All About Water, All Animals Great And Small., All things Coffee, Big & Beautiful People, Friends of RedBubble, Inspired By Life, New England, Oh So Emotional Current emotion: Nostalgia , Old & Rusty, Shoot The Moon, Tattoo, Piercing and Body Modification, The Adult Group and THE SISTERHOOD.
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Silence reins / Warm tear stains / A world of madness / Days of sadness / Eyes of emptiness / Feelings regress / No touches / Children fusses / Silence reins / Loneliness remains / Weakness shames / …
To many words surround my mind / Yet those words I have yet to find / Spinning so fast I cant keep up / They repeat over and over like a constant hiccup / My brain starts to ache / Memories that caus…
No words in her mind / Not sure how to unwind / Noise that never stops / BOOM her heart drops / Thoughts of heartache / Of heartbreak / Stomachache / Cold chills / Eye fills / Body shakes / Headache…
Sideswiped by emotion thought lost in the past / When she sees his face she realizes how it lasts / How months have passed without a word / A simple hello is all she wished she heard / Feelings shared…
Trying to find myself again / Looking back at the time it began / My life … where I came from / My loves … how I loved some / My dreams … quickly they faded / My heart… many times jaded / My t…
Lonely is she / As she waits silently / For no one seems to be / Close momentarily / A since of emptiness / Feeling of unwanting regress / As a child the loneliness / To her chest her hands press …