weakness. Maybe your lack of fire and compassion is.
but I know how it ends with her.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
i know now id be better of dead.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
Her heart is broken. Be strong he said.
Teach me how to laugh again.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
only by the blackness in your soul.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
I'm honoured to share the intimacy of your tears.
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
the window but I'm not going answer.
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
my heart. I pray your love never departs.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
touch me with ur hands. just don't touch my heart.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
what you were telling me..."
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
candlelight, or shining like a splendid torch?
must remember to stay there.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
brimming with affection and closeness; plain to see...
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.
but the serpent of temptation
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
but know that you're the one that really missed out
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
you can't image the line between pleasure and prison.