and the green & blue hues her heart sometimes took.
What they didn't know is that he had murdered someone.
palm sweating, knee weakening, mind boggling, eye watering, body numbing LOVE.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
I may write a poem for you.
Groping for you in the blackness. Nothingness. Calling out for you.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
I had to ride with someone else.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
why why why did you do it like this?
They cover me with love and light.
And new reasons to carry on.
That didn't hurt, he said.
With a deeply burdened sigh she sadly hung the sign: "This heart is now closed."
you a little less everyday.
with the brush of your lips.
answer me, so I stopped asking the question.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
I miss you so much when you are here.
My longing is a thirst and you are the cool, refreshing water that quenches it.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Quelling the violent heat. Echoing. You never returned.
and pulled him to the dance floor. It's just beginning...
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
she steps in. A first kiss dissolves her, confidence returned. Alive.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
and lived happily ever after. 😊
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
eyes, he pressed against her, whispering: "Do you trust me?"
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
... I never really worked a day in my life.
Gods' God; Evils' Destroyer; Passionate Lover; Fierce Warrior; Consummate Dancer; Charismatic Leader; Quick Temper; Incorruptible.
........................ .......................................................An interesting find. Hence, sharing with All.P...
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
become in as little as 24 hours.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
fifteen words... want to add a positive...:)*
When I say to go home...
I want to hug you when you get there.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
She enjoyed looking out at the stars every night.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
accident. Nevermore, was it an accident.