She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
answer the phone. the journey you were made for awaits.
he was tired and uncomfortable. his mother loved him.
about how to proceed with this imminent separation.
when u hurt me so bad? i deserve so much better.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
she was reminded that the past was not so bad.
their light paled by her magnificent beauty.
where weeds and roses coexisted quite peacefully.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
while looking longingly at them. they never noticed.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
her demons would scare them all away.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
It would torment her into a dark depression.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
for their mere existence? Ya, me too!
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
and empty inside and nothing anyone says can help ?
precious crying. He was never born.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
I get pretty words hiding ugly, ugly lies.
what had been with her the whole time.
like a blazing comet out of control.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
Looking forward to springtime in Vermont capturing it's beauty.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
i Miss him already. come back to me, please?
water. Our love was never meant to be held.
for the former wild rover. grace was insistant upon catching him.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
and everyone was happy to see love at work
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
But I really don't like it right now.
and vulnerable is when I find I'm most "prickly".
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
heavens to hear her mother speak.
with the brush of your lips.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.