beyond, swept up in memories, while silently sleep evades ...
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
the hurtful things he told me.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust 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...
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
Turkey you are mine to eat on Thursday.
seductively in his direction and got off
pierce a gentle heart... leaving but a stoic silence in response...
I hear my youngest say "I love you more than love!"
I'm looking for the courage to walk through it.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
She never said she loved him. He didn't either
...from that encounter a new chapter has just begun.
She was used. She was left alone. Empty.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
or i'm just getting use to it.
and the pain. And against my beating heart, I'm healing.
it was painful, but I did it. No need to drag on the inevitable. Time to move on.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
She chose affection and friendship over passion, closing the door.
was placed in my dark sky!
brother! Made my day, hearing that!
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
with the brush of your lips.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
if he did. Now he does and i don't
And sometimes they don't even **** you.
So I'll always remember what's his face.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
am glad you did, and all is well.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
But I really don't like it right now.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
..where is that awesome bliss?
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
a bed of remorse, regrets, and retaliation.