Thought I'd do a real-life post.

Yesterday, I went to Jesse's graduation. And met baby Brian. And cried. A lot. And promised to work out with him every week. I've got to get some muscles on this kid if he's going to the Marines...

=)

My baby's all grown up.



I saw Jared, the *youngest* love of my life and I basically cried every time I saw him on the big screen. Or on the sidewalk. Or in this photo of him as prom prince =)



My baby's all grown up.

Speaking of babies, I'm going to kidnap Brian... I finally met him when he was awake and I'm in love. I want one just like him one day.

One day meaning tomorrow morning when I pick him up.

More photos to come

a little unfinished

yep, it's a new song; no i can't explain where or who i was before i let the words write themselves. but i assure you, this time, i'm awake, not dreaming of my past- more like trying to forget it, keep the lessons, pick up answers from where i flung them before. catch my meaning: i was looking for a solution, but one that i could live for. now i just live to love. maybe that's a little naive, but maybe you could use a little love yourself.

so yes, it's a new song that i haven't had the courage to write down. the words creep off my tongue and bite the inside of your cheek when we kiss- i know you feel it because you pull away. i assure you, this time, i'm aware, not settling to stand oblivious, but drinking you in like you used to say you wanted me to. catch my heart: i swear it only falls when it's close to yours, and it's the one thing i live for. i just love to love (you). and maybe we're a little closer than what you're used to feeling, but we all need a little love to call our own...

© 2009 Marcea L. Brown. All rights reserved.

Of What We Were

Whatever we said
Whatever we might come to regret now
In the morning it's just
A shadow on who we used to say we were
Whatever you denied
Whatever you taught yourself to feel
In the dusk it's only
A glimmer of what we promised we were

And you could say maybe
Maybe noone was meant to be real
A constant game of remembering
Remembering

Whatever we did
Whatever we hid behind closed doors
In their eyes it's just
Something they always thought anyway
Whatever you claimed
Whatever you never thought you'd be
In my heart it's not
Wrong or right, just somehow meant to be

And you would say maybe
Maybe it was just a phase anyhow
A constant game of changing
Changing...

© 2009 Marcea L. Brown. All rights reserved.