pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
and empty inside and nothing anyone says can help ?
trapped with memories no longer useful. And into itself it disappears.
I get pretty words hiding ugly, ugly lies.
answer the phone. the journey you were made for awaits.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
that what's alive inside of you is over because it isn't.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
she was reminded that the past was not so bad.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
water. Our love was never meant to be held.
and vulnerable is when I find I'm most "prickly".
precious crying. He was never born.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
where weeds and roses coexisted quite peacefully.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
her demons would scare them all away.
heavens to hear her mother speak.
their light paled by her magnificent beauty.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
while looking longingly at them. they never noticed.
Tumble Tumble Tumble Tumble. I fell done a hill.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
and everyone was happy to see love at work
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
for their mere existence? Ya, me too!
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
for the former wild rover. grace was insistant upon catching him.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
and cracked sidewalks. your imprints have been refilled.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
It would torment her into a dark depression.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
from heaven containing in itself all sweetness
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.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
Looking forward to springtime in Vermont capturing it's beauty.
But I really don't like it right now.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
with the brush of your lips.
he was tired and uncomfortable. his mother loved him.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
like a blazing comet out of control.