but learned I'll never be free to truly be me.
only by the blackness in your soul.
but know that you're the one that really missed out
but the serpent of temptation
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
i know now id be better of dead.
Her heart is broken. Be strong he said.
like a blazing comet out of control.
but I know how it ends with her.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
my heart. I pray your love never departs.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
For who you are
and who you are TO ME...
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
weakness. Maybe your lack of fire and compassion is.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
Teach me how to laugh again.
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.
with the brush of your lips.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
But I really don't like it right now.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
the window but I'm not going answer.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
must remember to stay there.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
you can't image the line between pleasure and prison.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?