and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
and so must I. I love you, but I'm letting you go.
with the brush of your lips.
and break me. Love me and kill me.
but my heart is strong and stubborn.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
Shame I can't think of any to write today.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
for you, if that is what you want, my love.
Decided to give it a shot. Fine work, me.
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
even on your darkest and most hurtful moments.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
where, on the stone floor, lay Jingo.
but deep down where no one sees sadness takes over completely.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
one all the time it's not easy.
shielded with headphones turned on the highest volume.
now fill my days. Hard pressed to make a it through each day.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
the space you used to occupy. Time slowly heals.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
it only means you have more to give others.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
who don't appreciate it and life to it's admirers.
who drank moonshine then cursed at the moon for shining.
friendship to let another person be free.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
but it interfered with her life and EP.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
when you think you have every reason not to.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
you might not be let down.
before she realized it was gone.
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
colorful sectors of your mind.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
How can things get better? ... I keep asking.
and those who lost learned how to love". -Anne-Laurie
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
but if I'm wrong: I don't deserve him.