My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
Upstream from there, no man ever returns. Keep going.
and his friends desire to stop his treatments
greasy meal to be had soon.
hours transform into days when you're not around ...
promising never to revisit such pain.
cry, oh why? Can't I even cry, why?
he walks the shore seeing the beauty of creation
Sporns march past unaware. Again they graze trampled grass.
for her, another long day passes. Seven days makes one weak.
or hatred, he always chooses to give love's kindness
So just keep dreaming on.
A glass of wine.
The ultimate "me" night....
her to never stop believing
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
on,even though your immobilized with fear.
and the green & blue hues her heart sometimes took.
but he always waited for her.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
others. My biggest lie was you.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
so her heart and soul will flow slowly and gently.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
whole atlas of saccharine memories.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
Our path waiting to meet. Eager for us to fall deep.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
and we shall if we believe
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
Don't worry about what might have been, or could possibly be, just enjoy what is.
Don't play me like a fiddle, I didn't ask to be part of your symphony!
for the little things that bless his life abundantly quite well
...but I didn't want pickles.
shoes can change your whole perspective.
and led me to my higher self.
for his mistakes.He should rather blame himself.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
and he prays as they start to move on
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
and around her lately, will she be able to keep up?
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
when it's dark and silent, I find myself alone......again.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
and I ignored you until you drowned.
with the brush of your lips.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
Gods' God; Evils' Destroyer; Passionate Lover; Fierce Warrior; Consummate Dancer; Charismatic Leader; Quick Temper; Incorruptible.
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