I may write a poem for you.
and the green & blue hues her heart sometimes took.
but didn't realize I'd burn to a crisp.
as a souvenir,
just to remember that you were here.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
I had to ride with someone else.
I got a scar I can talk about
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
and ask the Universe, "How may I serve you today?"
with the brush of your lips.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
... I never really worked a day in my life.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
and said, don't look back, I am here now, forever.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
I miss you so much when you are here.
Gods' God; Evils' Destroyer; Passionate Lover; Fierce Warrior; Consummate Dancer; Charismatic Leader; Quick Temper; Incorruptible.
........................ .......................................................An interesting find. Hence, sharing with All.P...
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
That didn't hurt, he said.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
she steps in. A first kiss dissolves her, confidence returned. Alive.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
when you were on the West Coast! <3
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
and pulled him to the dance floor. It's just beginning...
She enjoyed looking out at the stars every night.
Groping for you in the blackness. Nothingness. Calling out for you.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
involving enlightenment and rebirth would happen in her life.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
he wanted to go home and sleep already.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
What they didn't know is that he had murdered someone.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
Nothing matters to me when you are near.
which made me flustered. O.O
You came, I answered and we became friends, now you perceive me as a racist.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
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.
And new reasons to carry on.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
and my stars if I can help it.