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