Burlap born the 1st of August
Fire so hot it felt, burned like hell
She said as she wiped her brow
Nothing good grows here in this heat
Burlap sacks burned like wildfires in the field
Scratched my skin till raw, but I liked it
Smelled of sage and straw
Sunflower and giant bees buzzed
She was born the first of August
Nothing good grows here in this heat
Except me I was born the first of August
Full of fire
Save the tulips
Spring is not over
Though a cold chill
Down to the bone
Don’t worry
We’re still growing
Save the tulips
Darling please
Stay on my shore with me
I’m tired from the trip
and my heart it needs to breathe
It’s been a long hard year
My back against the wind
How I long to feel the breeze upon my face
So won’t you please, darling please
Stay on my shore with me?
Please stay
Thoughts of you
In full color~ღ
Sweet Sun send me the Moon
empty the skies out
bringing me one step closer to You
send it soon
Happy St. P Day~Consider yourself pinched gently wink MichelleMarie 💚 I didn’t wear green I never follow the crowd, I wore orange, but I do love green shamrock cookies 💚 and these cute little green hearts 💚💚💚
Sometimes
It goes against
the grain of my soul
to go against the grain of my heart!
Nevertheless
I have to sometimes
to survive
Still my
heart aches~
MichelleMare
Always love Pat’s posts this one caught my attention today! We are good enough always! ❤
In case you didn’t notice
I’m still here
still trying, still hoping
to get it right
and when I don’t
to accept that
perfection is a trap
of discontent
and “good enough”
is good
Tell Me About It 
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