Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
Her heart is broken. Be strong he said.
the window but I'm not going answer.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
only by the blackness in your soul.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
But I really don't like it right now.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
For who you are
and who you are TO ME...
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
but the serpent of temptation
All I know is you can take me there.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
but know that you're the one that really missed out
than this blade, why do you cause me so much pain?
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
brimming with affection and closeness; plain to see...
but I know how it ends with her.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
and stop sending perverted messages.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
with the brush of your lips.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
touch me with ur hands. just don't touch my heart.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
but learned I'll never be free to truly be me.
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
what you were telling me..."
candlelight, or shining like a splendid torch?
must remember to stay there.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.