and scattered the ground like autumn leaves falling to their death.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
..where is that awesome bliss?
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
was placed in my dark sky!
I hear my youngest say "I love you more than love!"
but got lost in the backseat of the car.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
... recovery is easy. Recovery at 44...not so much!
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
As your one word "No"
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
beyond, swept up in memories, while silently sleep evades ...
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
it was painful, but I did it. No need to drag on the inevitable. Time to move on.
carefully gathering the memories, placing them away, one by one...
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
She chose affection and friendship over passion, closing the door.
Look at that face. You look like my next mistake.
if he did. Now he does and i don't
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
like the soft rain against a window pane, her tears fall...
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
with the brush of your lips.
standing behind me holding me tight!
So I'll always remember what's his face.
And sometimes they don't even **** you.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Who I will be is up to me.
This connection brought me back here, inspires me, makes me smile.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
Need to push through, silence my inner critic.
am glad you did, and all is well.
and the pain. And against my beating heart, I'm healing.
But I really don't like it right now.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
and she wondered if it would truly become a reality.
than me. We met a few years ago online via AgeMeet.com. It was totally platonic but I broke off contact due to doing other things in my life, I wasn't quite ready to explore my spirituality. At the beggining of the year we got back into contact and basically fell in love over...
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".