Before friend, before men.

We stayed hand in hand

My first addiction,

But sometimes you ran.

You'd tease the flesh of the paper,

So soft an at ease.

The escape of your words,

Couldn't wait to release.

Relax, be creative, I have secrets to share.

I'd reach over and grab you

And you'd always be there.

lilac body wash and lavender lotion; bodies moving in delicate slow motion.

peach scented hair and mint flavored breath; in your arms until our ultimate death.

lips imitating a kind of poppy flower; be my prince on a steed and I'll be your princess in the tower.

eyes of warmth with a touch of lust; bunnies dancing around us in an array of dust.

body like the grand canyon and the smile of a god; but I see the pain and whiskey behind your façade.

I love every inch of your troubled soul and I pray one day I can make you feel whole.

Fear is made of no substance,

So lives nowhere.

Non existent, but we trust it,

Having no fear.

The cousins are anxiety and doubt,

Fears parents- (Courage and Faith) kicked her out.

Now Fear only has the home that you provide,

Do not ever let Fear rest in heart or mind.

For that moment, that moment that she was soaked and frozen in a living corpse of depression; she begged for death.

She felt the world didn't deserve her, and her revenge should be to remove herself from those that claimed to love her. She contemplates, for that moment, and that moment only.

Then she stood up, wiped her tears, applied her makeup; especially her lipstick and mascara.

She slips into a form fitting but comfortable dress. With fresh sunburst orange nail polish she puts on her sandals; feet ready to go.

She completely walks away from that moment, as she has done so many times before.

Well Lynn's not an alias as something like "raindowStar237" but it's not my first name or pet name. Lynn is actually my middle name. I chose it because I didn't like the way my nickname sounded or looked scribbled across the bottom page when all my writing was manual. I used Lynn to stamp what work was mine so I thought it would be appropriate for that to be my name here.

Me, as a writer.

The sound of the waves hitting the rocks. Birds quietly chirping a melody just above me. Hot chocolate, a blanket, sand, and a bonfire with the one who loves me.

Freedom tastes like a plate full of time, perfectly created with all of the parts of life that you love. All taken in, and leaving you completely full and satisfied.

Sleep doesn't love me,

It doesn't cuddle me or comfort me.

It contains me, restrains me,

Works so hard to muzzle me.

Meets me, then cheats me,

Hang on,

I'm getting sleeeeepy...........