but she thinks. She writes. It is good!
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
touch me with ur hands. just don't touch my heart.
and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
and not making excuses anymore. Real change comes from within.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
must remember to stay there.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
whether I live or die. Please spare me, don't pick up the knife.
but know that you're the one that really missed out
And you are better, Mom."
That is my northern star.🌠
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
Her heart is broken. Be strong he said.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
with the brush of your lips.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
like a blazing comet out of control.
than this blade, why do you cause me so much pain?
Teach me how to laugh again.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
Tonight I will finally end my life. Die. Die.
The lion decided to make him lunch.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
But I really don't like it right now.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
My body aches. My soul is on fire.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
when all that your eyes see is darkness.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
when the rain is pouring down.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
we touch upon one another through the brilliant fragments of our memories...
my heart. I pray your love never departs.
but learned I'll never be free to truly be me.
For the heart that's meant for you, none of that matters
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
i know now id be better of dead.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
weakness. Maybe your lack of fire and compassion is.
Frozen in a snapshot of time. Peaceful contentment.
what you were telling me..."
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
and nourished with love is preferred over chocolates or gifts.
only by the blackness in your soul.