what you were telling me..."
and nourished with love is preferred over chocolates or gifts.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
my heart. I pray your love never departs.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
with the brush of your lips.
Frozen in a snapshot of time. Peaceful contentment.
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
weakness. Maybe your lack of fire and compassion is.
Teach me how to laugh again.
than this blade, why do you cause me so much pain?
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
when the rain is pouring down.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
as she leaned and kissed his soft lips.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
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.
like a blazing comet out of control.
But I really don't like it right now.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
must remember to stay there.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
but she thinks. She writes. It is good!
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
i know now id be better of dead.
only by the blackness in your soul.
when all that your eyes see is darkness.
Her heart is broken. Be strong he said.
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
but know that you're the one that really missed out
we touch upon one another through the brilliant fragments of our memories...
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
My body aches. My soul is on fire.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.