she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
their light paled by her magnificent beauty.
for their mere existence? Ya, me too!
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.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
and broken in the landscape, unable to move.
about how to proceed with this imminent separation.
she was reminded that the past was not so bad.
and cracked sidewalks. your imprints have been refilled.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
i Miss him already. come back to me, please?
and vulnerable is when I find I'm most "prickly".
and surrounding one's fragile heart with safety...a rich life.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
what had been with her the whole time.
who really loves me, not just how I make him feel
I get pretty words hiding ugly, ugly lies.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
with the brush of your lips.
heavens to hear her mother speak.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
It would torment her into a dark depression.
But I really don't like it right now.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
each tender kiss, I fall ever deeper in love with you.
trapped with memories no longer useful. And into itself it disappears.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
where weeds and roses coexisted quite peacefully.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
for the former wild rover. grace was insistant upon catching him.
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.
Looking forward to springtime in Vermont capturing it's beauty.
he was tired and uncomfortable. his mother loved him.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
like a blazing comet out of control.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
and everyone was happy to see love at work
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
water. Our love was never meant to be held.