she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
with the brush of your lips.
touch me with ur hands. just don't touch my heart.
I'm honoured to share the intimacy of your tears.
like a blazing comet out of control.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
but know that you're the one that really missed out
but I know how it ends with her.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
Teach me how to laugh again.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
the window but I'm not going answer.
than this blade, why do you cause me so much pain?
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
what you were telling me..."
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
you can't image the line between pleasure and prison.
But I really don't like it right now.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
must remember to stay there.
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
Frozen in a snapshot of time. Peaceful contentment.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
Her heart is broken. Be strong he said.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
brimming with affection and closeness; plain to see...
weakness. Maybe your lack of fire and compassion is.
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
For who you are
and who you are TO ME...
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
My body aches. My soul is on fire.
only by the blackness in your soul.