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