Need to push through, silence my inner critic.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
was placed in my dark sky!
..where is that awesome bliss?
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
beyond, swept up in memories, while silently sleep evades ...
but got lost in the backseat of the car.
and the pain. And against my beating heart, I'm healing.
with the brush of your lips.
carefully gathering the memories, placing them away, one by one...
Who I will be is up to me.
brother! Made my day, hearing that!
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
... recovery is easy. Recovery at 44...not so much!
So I'll always remember what's his face.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
This connection brought me back here, inspires me, makes me smile.
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...
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
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
I asked him what colour my eyes were. He guessed blue.
standing behind me holding me tight!
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
And later came down with incurable moral indigestion'.
it was painful, but I did it. No need to drag on the inevitable. Time to move on.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
and she wondered if it would truly become a reality.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
like the soft rain against a window pane, her tears fall...
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
But I really don't like it right now.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
and scattered the ground like autumn leaves falling to their death.
And sometimes they don't even **** you.
if he did. Now he does and i don't
As your one word "No"
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
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.