But I really don't like it right now.
standing behind me holding me tight!
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
I asked him what colour my eyes were. He guessed blue.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
This connection brought me back here, inspires me, makes me smile.
carefully gathering the memories, placing them away, one by one...
Look at that face. You look like my next mistake.
Who I will be is up to me.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
... recovery is easy. Recovery at 44...not so much!
..I'm just a failure to their expectations and dreams.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
Need to push through, silence my inner critic.
because the real world is full of pain.
heart palpitating, hands grabbing, body sweating... all I see is you
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
for who they are, but no one can love me.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
As your one word "No"
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
with the brush of your lips.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
I hear my youngest say "I love you more than love!"
..where is that awesome bliss?
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
and whispered in her ear his hungry, dark desires.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
was placed in my dark sky!
and scattered the ground like autumn leaves falling to their death.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
am glad you did, and all is well.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
and she wondered if it would truly become a reality.
if he did. Now he does and i don't
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
And sometimes they don't even **** you.
but got lost in the backseat of the car.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
like the soft rain against a window pane, her tears fall...
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
And later came down with incurable moral indigestion'.