Coco J. Ginger's Blog, page 11

..she just didn’t let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild.. and sometimes we need people like her. For it’s the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours. And she was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved. – R.M Drake

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in themorning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, for they dream their dreams with open eyes, and make them cometrue. —D.H. Lawrence

I don’t remember when we talked last. I don’t count the days like before. I don’t remember why I loved you, or why you never returned my love— it’s as if you’re a friend I once had coffee with, laughed with, then nothing more. I don’t look at your Facebook, or dream of your lips. […]

but you needed your war.

They said that I’d forget you, and I knew it wasn’t true. But sometimes I wake up now, and my hearts no longer blue. I press the Keurig button, dancing across the room— Sometimes it’s nearly seven, before I’ve thought of you. And though we sleep together, all night side by side, one day I’ll […]

I carry you around like my favorite book—always in my heart, ever in the palm of my hand. I had you memorized the moment i saw you, but you’ve never even read my name (you don’t know my name). And still, I carry you around.

“She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.” -Shel Silverstein

My sheets are the softest, my dreams are the softest, my heart is the softest. So don’t ask mewhy I’ve come—just know: You break me the hardest, makeme the strongest, and keepme the softest.

Do you love him? “No.” Do you need him? “No.” Then what is it? “I wanted him to read my stories. I needed to show him that Magical World.” But you know, he can’t read. “I know.” But you won’t stop? “What if I stopped, and then he learned to read?” Why do you need […]

Youarethe sleeper, I am the bed. You come when you’re tired to rest your head. No matter where you’ve gone or for how long. If you’ve laid in other beds, or refused to restat all. When you’ve returned, I’ve not moved. I’ve waited still, to feel your breath— to put to rest your dreamers head. […]