pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
where weeds and roses coexisted quite peacefully.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
But I really don't like it right now.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
who really loves me, not just how I make him feel
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
from heaven containing in itself all sweetness
and cracked sidewalks. your imprints have been refilled.
and everyone was happy to see love at work
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
water. Our love was never meant to be held.
for their mere existence? Ya, me too!
trapped with memories no longer useful. And into itself it disappears.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
she was reminded that the past was not so bad.
I get pretty words hiding ugly, ugly lies.
Tumble Tumble Tumble Tumble. I fell done a hill.
precious crying. He was never born.
i Miss him already. come back to me, please?
when u hurt me so bad? i deserve so much better.
while looking longingly at them. they never noticed.
It would torment her into a dark depression.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
like a blazing comet out of control.
he was tired and uncomfortable. his mother loved him.
with the brush of your lips.
Looking forward to springtime in Vermont capturing it's beauty.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
for the former wild rover. grace was insistant upon catching him.
and broken in the landscape, unable to move.
answer the phone. the journey you were made for awaits.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
what had been with her the whole time.
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
and empty inside and nothing anyone says can help ?
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
and vulnerable is when I find I'm most "prickly".
about how to proceed with this imminent separation.
their light paled by her magnificent beauty.
heavens to hear her mother speak.