Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.
touch me with ur hands. just don't touch my heart.
weakness. Maybe your lack of fire and compassion is.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
brimming with affection and closeness; plain to see...
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
but the serpent of temptation
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
but I know how it ends with her.
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
But I really don't like it right now.
candlelight, or shining like a splendid torch?
with the brush of your lips.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
than this blade, why do you cause me so much pain?
I'm honoured to share the intimacy of your tears.
like a blazing comet out of control.
but learned I'll never be free to truly be me.
you can't image the line between pleasure and prison.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
Teach me how to laugh again.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
my heart. I pray your love never departs.
what you were telling me..."
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
the window but I'm not going answer.
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.