Lauren Johnson's blog

Lauren Johnson leaves posted notes in library books, with sweets written in ink.

Piano just comes so easily-its my favorite instrument. A 12 x 10" blank canvas, so easily on the fingertips.

Used to

-You used to count the stars in the sky,
used to count the freckles in my eyes.
You used to climb trees,
just to see,
how high- you could climb.
You used to open my doors,
You would ask how my hair would curl.

All I can remember is last December
And you leaving this November.

Leaves shaken from the trees.
Shoes on my feet.
Coat on my body.
You sitting at Starbucks with me.
Spinning quarters on the table.
Wishing you loved me.
How I loved you.
How I still do.

-The flowers blooming now.
The sun coming out.
Trying to look my best,
You look a mess.
But you still toke my breath

All I can remember is last December
And you leaving this November.

-I used to lay awake at night.
I'd plea by the moonlight.
I used to feel so comfortable.
Conversation rolling off the tongue.
I tried to think of ways to tell you
"I think I love you"
Now I know I do.

I know you gone.
But
Please show me the stars in the sky
Where are the freckles in my eyes?
Lets climb a tree- real high.
Now I open my doors,
and my hair lost its curl.

Now your gone.

The more I'm drawn.

Sadly, you were my first love.

You were the only thing I dreamed, of.

-Lauren.

Honestly,I just love seeing you smile!

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My love goes free

The movement comes in slow

It's a tune we both should know

But the walls are thin

So we keep our voices low

You're a bird with a pretty mouth

You're a bird with songs to shout

And the same refrain continues, singing out

If you love him let him go

He sings beautiful and slow

A tune that only caged birds know

So you're in Florida on the phone

And I'm back here, in our home

And the words are new

But I recognize the tone

If you love him let him go

He's beautifully composed

A tune that only caged birds know

my love goes free

my love goes free

my love for you, is always free.

You took me from a little girl. So naive. I'd never seen the light, I've never heard the stories right. 

Its spring here, in my mind. And we've just met. Something so innocent turned into something with deep intentions. Simple things I ended up to hold on to. Clinging to the hope you gave me. Now the phone rings, its you. We talk a bit, and you're coming to get me. I pace the room. Excited and hopeful. I use my best perfume and wear my best outfit. I was young and quite naive. I waited by the window. We enjoyed each others company. Had simple outings. You became "him" and I became "her". He was the thought that kept her awake at night, thinking. When she finally closed her eyes, there he was. 

Now its fall here, in my mind. And were great friends. Something so innocent kept my day going. I cant walk into a local Starbucks without thinking about you. Clinging to the hope you once gave me. Hoping you'd show up at my house. And take me to our little places. Have our little talks that never ceased. Play the music we both loved. Without a try or without an intention, you became a part of me. I didn't even see it coming. It was blind but knowing. 

Its finally winter here. Our favorite season. I felt the chill on my skin and the warmth in your smile. We sat in parks with frost on the benches. We got our coffee, had our talks and laughs. Sat in the empty car, turned on the heat. You fiddled with your iPod. The speakers hummed of John Mayer. And I can remember you looking at me, soft and loving. Right then I had no doubt. That I'd always lay awake thinking of you. No matter where you are. Where you end up. I'll always play these memories in my mind. I still cant walk into a local Starbucks without the thought of you. You'll always dance through my dreams somehow. We molded each other. It sparked when we touched. I believe they'll still be a fire when I see you again. Our story was worth while. And I can still fell the warmth of your smile. 

These memories will never escape me. I'll press replay after replay after replay. And it'll never get old.