eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
but learned I'll never be free to truly be me.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
but she thinks. She writes. It is good!
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
Her heart is broken. Be strong he said.
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
but know that you're the one that really missed out
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
the window but I'm not going answer.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
Teach me how to laugh again.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
must remember to stay there.
only by the blackness in your soul.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
when all that your eyes see is darkness.
touch me with ur hands. just don't touch my heart.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
i know now id be better of dead.
My body aches. My soul is on fire.
like a blazing comet out of control.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
Frozen in a snapshot of time. Peaceful contentment.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.
you can't image the line between pleasure and prison.
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
what you were telling me..."
my heart. I pray your love never departs.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
But I really don't like it right now.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
but I know how it ends with her.
For who you are
and who you are TO ME...
I'm honoured to share the intimacy of your tears.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.