and scattered the ground like autumn leaves falling to their death.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
but got lost in the backseat of the car.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
I asked him what colour my eyes were. He guessed blue.
She was used. She was left alone. Empty.
am glad you did, and all is well.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
I hear my youngest say "I love you more than love!"
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
and the pain. And against my beating heart, I'm healing.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
Who I will be is up to me.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
..where is that awesome bliss?
like the soft rain against a window pane, her tears fall...
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...
standing behind me holding me tight!
Look at that face. You look like my next mistake.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
So I'll always remember what's his face.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
And later came down with incurable moral indigestion'.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
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.
As your one word "No"
with the brush of your lips.
it was painful, but I did it. No need to drag on the inevitable. Time to move on.
And sometimes they don't even **** you.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
But I really don't like it right now.
brother! Made my day, hearing that!
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
if he did. Now he does and i don't