I'm honoured to share the intimacy of your tears.
and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
but know that you're the one that really missed out
like a blazing comet out of control.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
Frozen in a snapshot of time. Peaceful contentment.
touch me with ur hands. just don't touch my heart.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
weakness. Maybe your lack of fire and compassion is.
and it is only you God carried. Only you.
as she leaned and kissed his soft lips.
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
But I really don't like it right now.
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
My body aches. My soul is on fire.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
but learned I'll never be free to truly be me.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
my heart. I pray your love never departs.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
The lion decided to make him lunch.
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
when the rain is pouring down.
what you were telling me..."
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
we touch upon one another through the brilliant fragments of our memories...
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
than this blade, why do you cause me so much pain?
with the brush of your lips.
and nourished with love is preferred over chocolates or gifts.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
but she thinks. She writes. It is good!
must remember to stay there.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".