sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
as certain as the sun will rise tomorrow.
gown, she followed Death into the night.
soul. Protect them. Or strangers will exploit them.
I tell you. There are still people on EP!
.. With each day I die of this broken heart.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
"Can I erase the complicated part and get on with life?"
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
All you have to do is look. Eyes open.
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
with adoration, passion, friendship, companionship, sex and love
doing lots and tinkering but still I think of you.
Is any of this actually worth it?
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Don't fear the person in the mirror. Love yourself. Always.
doing 15-word stories should be easy as
that we are worthy
of the other's love.
for most let fear and indecision rule their heart.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
with the brush of your lips.
closer to being with you.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
with a beaming smile he says: "love you mami".
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
the more that you take the less you get back.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
Guess I'd better help... She's so helpless.
fragrant rose budding on a shrub *always* makes me smile.
for the sign of love
Forever is only in the mind...
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
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".
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
down the trail a few more miles....
spend an incredible night with you.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
standing at the pulpit, "but only if we say so."
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
Before it takes you away.