Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
I hear my youngest say "I love you more than love!"
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
... recovery is easy. Recovery at 44...not so much!
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
As your one word "No"
if he did. Now he does and i don't
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
brother! Made my day, hearing that!
it was painful, but I did it. No need to drag on the inevitable. Time to move on.
She was used. She was left alone. Empty.
than me. We met a few years ago online via AgeMeet.com. It was totally platonic but I broke off contact due to doing other things in my life, I wasn't quite ready to explore my spirituality. At the beggining of the year we got back into contact and basically fell in love over...
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
carefully gathering the memories, placing them away, one by one...
And later came down with incurable moral indigestion'.
This connection brought me back here, inspires me, makes me smile.
Look at that face. You look like my next mistake.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
But I really don't like it right now.
beyond, swept up in memories, while silently sleep evades ...
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
And sometimes they don't even **** you.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
but got lost in the backseat of the car.
was placed in my dark sky!
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
standing behind me holding me tight!
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
and she wondered if it would truly become a reality.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
am glad you did, and all is well.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
like the soft rain against a window pane, her tears fall...
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
Need to push through, silence my inner critic.
I asked him what colour my eyes were. He guessed blue.
and scattered the ground like autumn leaves falling to their death.
Who I will be is up to me.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.