You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
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.
I don't know.
Where this takes us, I don't care.
Tumble Tumble Tumble Tumble. I fell done a hill.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
when u hurt me so bad? i deserve so much better.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
and broken in the landscape, unable to move.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
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
i Miss him already. come back to me, please?
for the former wild rover. grace was insistant upon catching him.
heavens to hear her mother speak.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
she was reminded that the past was not so bad.
Looking forward to springtime in Vermont capturing it's beauty.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
and cracked sidewalks. your imprints have been refilled.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
her demons would scare them all away.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
with the brush of your lips.
But I really don't like it right now.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
"So what was it like"?!
'IT WAS HORRIBLE'!!!
from heaven containing in itself all sweetness
like a blazing comet out of control.
their light paled by her magnificent beauty.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
who really loves me, not just how I make him feel
where weeds and roses coexisted quite peacefully.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
It would torment her into a dark depression.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
answer the phone. the journey you were made for awaits.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
i can no longer love or like, so thank you!
I get pretty words hiding ugly, ugly lies.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
and everyone was happy to see love at work
and empty inside and nothing anyone says can help ?
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
he was tired and uncomfortable. his mother loved him.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.