As your one word "No"
was placed in my dark sky!
..where is that awesome bliss?
Need to push through, silence my inner critic.
... recovery is easy. Recovery at 44...not so much!
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
This connection brought me back here, inspires me, makes me smile.
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
and she wondered if it would truly become a reality.
but got lost in the backseat of the car.
I asked him what colour my eyes were. He guessed blue.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
And later came down with incurable moral indigestion'.
like the soft rain against a window pane, her tears fall...
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
I hear my youngest say "I love you more than love!"
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
with the brush of your lips.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
and scattered the ground like autumn leaves falling to their death.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
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.
brother! Made my day, hearing that!
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
beyond, swept up in memories, while silently sleep evades ...
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
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.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
if he did. Now he does and i don't
and the pain. And against my beating heart, I'm healing.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
But I really don't like it right now.
Who I will be is up to me.
So I'll always remember what's his face.
carefully gathering the memories, placing them away, one by one...
it was painful, but I did it. No need to drag on the inevitable. Time to move on.
standing behind me holding me tight!
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
Look at that face. You look like my next mistake.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...