with the brush of your lips.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
but got lost in the backseat of the car.
This connection brought me back here, inspires me, makes me smile.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
was placed in my dark sky!
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
And sometimes they don't even **** you.
and the pain. And against my beating heart, I'm healing.
standing behind me holding me tight!
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
and scattered the ground like autumn leaves falling to their death.
She chose affection and friendship over passion, closing the door.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
As your one word "No"
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
and she wondered if it would truly become a reality.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
... recovery is easy. Recovery at 44...not so much!
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
if he did. Now he does and i don't
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Need to push through, silence my inner critic.
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
..where is that awesome bliss?
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
beyond, swept up in memories, while silently sleep evades ...
So I'll always remember what's his face.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
the hurtful things he told me.
I'm looking for the courage to walk through it.
But I really don't like it right now.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
it was painful, but I did it. No need to drag on the inevitable. Time to move on.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
Look at that face. You look like my next mistake.
brother! Made my day, hearing that!
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
She was used. She was left alone. Empty.
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...
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
Who I will be is up to me.