Personal Stories, Advice, and Support
like a blazing comet out of control.
into edgy unease - yet I am under grace.
so I will give it a try today. :)
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
she searched for his island of exotic spices.
Tomorrow night Mendes will make him a goner.
then why is it that I feel like crap instead.
Through the thorns her beauty lies. The soft red petals adorn her face..sparkling rubies.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
rather consider who I will make smile today
that we are worthy
of the other's love.
desperately needing to be hugged and comforted.
shoulders makes me amazingly happy and contented.
that our presence and intention is, actually, ... enough.
signs I've put up, on my flat search!
for in this world, just to be let down, again.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
that was consuming her from within.
and now wears a red Scarlett letter in shame.
I am here, smiling, laughing, loving, caring,crying, healing,and just breathing as I go.
how much they enjoy travelling with me...
and wondered if the trees knew it was midnight...
for me? I think I would like to have one.
before she realized it was gone.
you’d feel its uninterrupted delicate strumming...
allowing the weakness to leave so they are reborn stronger.
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
matter to someone who means so much.
than what I am at this moment.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
for your benefit. 4 decades were enough; get over yourself, seriously!
and lust when bodies bind with loving trust.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
when someone tells you they'd really like to collaborate again?
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
pens, soap bubbles, tea-lights and a bottle opener - something for everyone.
that kept us apart?
Or is it madness that does?
but sadly with her the rose withered never the thorns.
when Mama didn't talk to me.....
not knowing it was last goodbye, lonely he silently cries
can appreciate the light of day...
Is my attraction to unattainable women online an escape from facing love in real life?
her prim and proper life.