Laura Callender

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My stories

Twighlight Eyes

Stars don't shine without purpose

Yellow Brick Road

I started the day with an aim, with a bang I was organized, focused I was going to do all that I can Then I wavered a little Through boredom I think Then I wavered a little more So I made another drink
Cherry

The Empty Signpost

It's a complicated situation as we learn each others signs Tossing turning and twisting, hoping you can read my mind Shy and uncertain as we glance at each other, with legs only half entwined The desire to be held by you closely is the look you could see in my eyes

Emotions

Bored like a lonely plank floating on the oceans rhythm Still like an old car burnt out and left to rot unsightly Calm like the moment just after an argument when there's nothing left to say Empty, like the feeling I have lately whilst sat behind my desk bored.

Who Knows

Who knows?

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