You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
Teach me how to laugh again.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
Frozen in a snapshot of time. Peaceful contentment.
must remember to stay there.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
with the brush of your lips.
For who you are
and who you are TO ME...
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
I'm honoured to share the intimacy of your tears.
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.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
but I know how it ends with her.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
Her heart is broken. Be strong he said.
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
but she thinks. She writes. It is good!
my heart. I pray your love never departs.
than this blade, why do you cause me so much pain?
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
what you were telling me..."
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
like a blazing comet out of control.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
i know now id be better of dead.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
but learned I'll never be free to truly be me.
the window but I'm not going answer.
you can't image the line between pleasure and prison.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.