and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
Sandy took a hike up a mountain, fell off, and died.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
And discovered the 'Hot Dog'. A preheated souvalaki, fitted with a warhead.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
when you realize a good friend has deleted their account.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
and the BFF will be here for three weeks! Yessssss!!!!
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
take care of themselves all in good time.
lips in a wild un-apologetic romance?
play them out with her in person
life in the most fitting way possible.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
but let be will be and yet let you know I'm here.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
everyone - yet nothing special to anyone. *sigh*
with the brush of your lips.
Appreciate what it is I do before it's too late.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
presence to a select few whom she passed.
and I can't stop thinking about you at all :)
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
But I really don't like it right now.
and water. Please don't give me any filtered thoughts and emotions.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
if she were just about to play the Ace!
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
they search for each other, and scream when they meet.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
.. dissolving into a weeping rumble of thunderous emotion...
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
weight of so many restrictions...a dream.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
He later showed detectives where he buried his victims.
smiles to where they turned into tears...
.. her voice overtaken by silent, strangled words kept within...
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
only for your spirit to reply.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
Or just change things the other way.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.