I see
red, burning love
disappear
forever.
Mots clés love
Guilt reminds me of a stray cat. You chase it away and yet, it comes back when you least expect it. If you let yourself feel pity for it and feed the thing, it parks its ugly, puny, lonely-for-attention butt on your doormat and won't go away. Scat kitty cat, scat. I don't need you sitting around here like that.
Lisa SchroederMots clés life
I've realized therapy is incredibly therapeutic.
Lisa SchroederMots clés therapy
Joy, not sorrow.
Laughter, not tears.
Life, not death.
Love, not blame.
Mots clés optimism benediction positivism
Come with me,' Mom says.
To the library.
Books and summertime
go together.
Mots clés books library summer
Was it hard?" I ask.
Letting go?"
Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.
Mots clés life love heartbreak
What I believe
is that life
is music and fabulous foliage,
but it's also cancer and wars.
That's just how it is.
Maybe God could do better.
But shit, so could we.
The more you can share,
the less lost you feel.
Music is so personal.
Lisa SchroederI write a note and tape it to my window--
I'M NOT A DETECTIVE.
BE SPECIFIC!
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