He’s Drenching My Laugh Lines

He drenched inside laugh lines…

He was so deep and seeing every move I made how could someone be so inside my mind. Having a good friendship laugh is everything remembering your best times you don’t want them to pass. We have different personalities some are high strung I am the Robin bird with an edgy side song. Things have a way of staying but we move on to realize we need a change of furniture. How many years went by so many different shapes.

I admire the 50s-style Rita Hayworth ringlets so hot red but we are living in the new age. I am happy to be married waking up with my husband in bed. I am where I should be the new me they say the new black the new blue looking up at the moon. Getting too anxious sipping my coffee mysterious. I am happy to be where I am. That Robin Slam not everything is about fashion glam. But we live in a world with lines and shapes how we feel to see them as a medium knowing he had a way of drenching in my laugh lines that’s the part of aging.

Take this on an insider how love and ups and downs come eventually around finding out who you are. There are obstacles and deep thinking writing triumphs there inside all of us called my laugh lines. Magic so mystical nymph writer and swimming through times of her life I became the fighter and home filled with strength to guide me. Here’s the story.

Let’s stay in Line!
He drenched My laugh lines!

Walking through Historic Hightstown thoughts go deeper like the nightgown he’s wrapped around your porch. He’s coming to your facial expression dropped he comes towards you. Was this a dream? I guess it was how we want to be in someone else’s dream sometimes. The good laugh flows us to dream on. Your eyes started to change things start spinning like a Ferris wheel so real.

Your hands were shaking but your old heart turned young like Cheetah? Robin thinking too much that’s me the worrier. Robin goes bob bobbin along singing but not laughing at her song.

I am rambling on taking sides of the sip we compromise with coffee. I had another flashback thinking how carefree everything was back then.

Like you were playing on the playground going into those red barrels where you lived in Canarsie, Brooklyn. How I was racing with the rebel of younger hearts now I am racing for time with my own heart. Saying how many blasted squirrels do I see? Thinking back at another time I was the tomboy playing with my brothers’ friends always racing.

My brother had a friend how funny things could be his name was Howard Shultz he came over our house. Who would have thought he’s the owner of Starbucks things are so funny but amazing that he came over our house.

He grew up in Canarsie, Brooklyn just like us. Everything slows down taking a slower sip gold tip of a rim Now I am the singer with the little bit of a hum I am on YouTube I talk like a storybook Bright like the sun dark I will definitely leave a state mark.

Looking at my hands now why did they change but my spirit of kindness remains the same. Love goes deeper than laugh lines this isn’t anywhere near fame. But every day should be a Mother’s day we should appreciate how thoughtful and so caring we are. Every day should be an adventure. We are the Moms with intelligence and coming to the new age with confidence. We could lift anyone’s spirit above our wings. From a distance, our heart sings.

I needed so much to take a trip remembering I did travel to Italy and France love goes deeper like being in a trance-like. London Abbey Road then I didn’t exactly kiss a Prince what a hard day’s night sitting in my chair. Not knowing who I am. Everyone is in their text all interesting views of subjects now everything went grand slam. I am not the model I used to be no royalty red-breasted Robin bird the tweets that’s me instead of my blue-blooded crown more laugh lines. I got feelings I was on the long and winding road. Are you getting stressed? Here’s my song to cheer you up to tell me what you think.

How I felt cornered needing some more air there was a place we all were hanging out called the four corners saying to myself just breathe. Like Faith’s song with Tim McGraw but things got tightly lipped..Just me with the hint of youthful color blush. Remembering a song I played over called Hush. I was the cosmetician making up everyone’s face now my time for someone to take my place. Well, the world I feel good now I am a singer poem writer and a damn good fighter. We are women we need to express ourselves like home is where the heartwarming, a-delicious the Odd Mom the debut a pure delight.

My life on hold I feel like the mulberry bush round as a diamond in the rough but the only thing I got was Neil Diamond.

I did take a tour trip Italy and France. More culture my greener love pasture. It’s a new age you’re the New Jersey Woman to top things off your life was not always an easy friend. Maybe Mom made me feel better reading my palms. Think less and remain calmer. We all need more love hands of the world to extend. Are we playing for keeps? That keepsake charm going Key West lovely palms but your stars sing universal I needed to face the music. You’re the trendsetter singer. The postman rings twice love goes deeper go slower no dead ringer I had a very small wedding with a beautiful diamond setting. People love to throw their rice around.

Do we know what we need is our feet guided on the right ground of? Sometimes I feel you need a good book and that will be your treasure to be found.

I guess you could say you paid the price. Did you get completely cut looking like the hawk-like nose, time goes by another dried-up turn of the century rose. Our minds and beautiful body could win over anyone’s pose.

We do the things that should comfort us. We need to get out of our comfort zone to try something new call a friend give your welcoming hand that Odd Mom turns Modern Millie new. The Robin bird like the Odd Mom needs a magical lift. We dwell too much and worry that negativity turns tragic.

Can we read people’s mind of the tarot? Our eyes see what we want to see the excitement of opening up a new gift.

We all want to steal someone’s secret. All the Presidential men all lined up like their perfect ten.

No way he touched a part of my face, did he heal my wound. Going to the NJ stables howl or the hoof I got the hound. Getting more down to earth going to the Freehold Mall spending money left from right the stars to come out in the promising night with family.

The simple pleasures

Overstaying indulging 

Candy dish so hard he 

measured

Pushed into another plate

But pulled together like fate

All the cracks were shown

Realistically my mind was blown 

In the wind moans and sounds

Why did I start fearing?

Imperial Queen of the hearts

She is still yearning

How many good hearts

All canned goods at the 

“SuperWomanmarket”

To be heard

The men meat market

Good to be bad absurd

Buttons way down my coat

Too rare stuck in my throat

Emptiness ripped up pockets

In our medicine treasure chest

Imperialistically the women’s quest

Or the flowers forget me not

Simple pleasures are not an

easy plot but we are women

We show what we got

He’s the hot finger cook

Sensual love worded

She’s tapping into something

All we need is Love

“Spellbound crook”

So fragile in a time capsule

Too many bad cooks

In the Jack be cornered nooks

Supercalifragilistic 

Erogenous pleasure reading

his words and***

“Here Comes the Sun”