set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
but learned I'll never be free to truly be me.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
For who you are
and who you are TO ME...
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
the window but I'm not going answer.
than this blade, why do you cause me so much pain?
you can't image the line between pleasure and prison.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
must remember to stay there.
Teach me how to laugh again.
My body aches. My soul is on fire.
when all that your eyes see is darkness.
only by the blackness in your soul.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
weakness. Maybe your lack of fire and compassion is.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
but know that you're the one that really missed out
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
touch me with ur hands. just don't touch my heart.
brimming with affection and closeness; plain to see...
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.