In Technicolor

A time so long ago,
yet the memory
in technicolor…
I want to rip the page
from my mind’s
photo album,
because my heart
was foolish
to fall for that man,
our skies different
our dreams astray,
but the heart’s pulse
beats to a tune
of its own choosing,
never inspired
by logic,
nor will it ever be
shatterproof.
But this man wasn’t
a cockroach.
I never wished
to stomp on him,
like others
who preceded.
And so, I’m grateful,
for without that page
I wouldn’t have
stumbled
upon the path
that led me
to my love at last.

Lauren Scott (c)

Daydreamer

Does the summer breeze
carry thoughts of me to you?
Do your dreams paint pictures of us?
I wish to be the place you go
at the end of your day
I don’t want to be a fraction
in your life equation
I long to be your sole distraction

Lauren Scott © 2015

One and Only

Her heart sings when he says her name
The tiniest things ignite their flame
A simple gesture he does is grand
The simplicity of taking her hand
He makes her smile when he holds the door
Old fashioned and thoughtful, which she adores
Her breath catches when he holds her close
Sensations slide to the tips of her toes
When she wakes in the morn and hears him breathe
It’s that very moment she truly believes

© LScott 2012