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i thank your genetics
for your handsome face
your warm personality
and your charming smile
» Posted By MorganLily On 10.25.2013 @ 2:42 am
They were there for him when he needed them
A mix of skin tones and facial features surrounding him in his time of need
Helping him ignore the painful yet beautiful truth that lie to his left
Unaware of his presence and hurt
Ignoring him for another man
» Posted By MorganLily On 06.02.2013 @ 10:33 pm
Blasted into another mind set.
I feel greater than myself.
Transcending what my mind use to be.
THIS is life.
» Posted By MorganLily On 03.14.2013 @ 7:15 pm
eternal: (adj.) without beginning or end; lasting forever; always existing
Is anything actually eternal?
I was always taught that every beginning has an end.
» Posted By MorganLily On 03.13.2013 @ 10:54 pm
Director. How ironic.
That’s what I’m supposed to be – as hilarious as that sounds to my ears.
Me? Director? I don’t have the faith in myself, even though other people try to instill that faith into me.
I have to get over my feelings of inadequacy.
Only 11 days until we shoot. So much to do.
Lord help me.
» Posted By MorganLily On 03.12.2013 @ 7:28 pm
He use to tell me tales as I sat on his knee.
I was so young, and the stories were all about me and my fictional adventures.
I loved the attention, showered upon me by my favorite afro fuzzy-haired grandfather.
“The cuckoo-heads” he’d mention my imaginary friends as he thought the next sentence through, “walked into the grocery store and saw..”
The suspense would kill me, though I knew just what he was going to say.
“A Miss Little Brown Bear.”
“That’s me!” I’d exclaim, so excited – almost embarrassingly so.
I felt so special – his only granddaughter. His stories only for me.
Memories forever cherished.
» Posted By MorganLily On 03.11.2013 @ 11:48 pm
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It was then that I knew our love had faded away.
She walked back into the kitchen, eyes bloodshot, snot running down her nose.
Her face blotchy. She never looks as beautiful as she does when tears are in her eyes.
Our relationship was so destructive.
That’s probably why. I loved to see her cry so purely.
I use to let myself believe that wasn’t the reason I pushed her away, but now I know that I’m a big fat liar.
We loved being destroyed by each other, we lived for it.
And then it became too much as we grew older and started to realize that the relationship we’d based solely on our childish dreams was beginning to wither away and dissolve into the wind.
» Posted By MorganLily On 03.10.2013 @ 9:54 pm