"maybe angels were meant to fly."
It wasn't us. Goodbye, dear friend.
You make me smile, plain and simple, end of story.
I'm part belle dame sans merci, part damsel in distress.
Neither devil, nor angel, her truth lies somewhere solidly in-between.
Walking through Hell,
She found her coveted piece of Heaven.
"Let's call the whole thing off...."
..Good morning Beautiful"!
always loved, always safe..
The echo of your fingertips lingers softly on my skin.
she suddenly realized that everything had changed.
It's there...following your every move
Catch the elusive wave
His hands, his eyes, his tongue all made her beautiful.
..And just like that, he was gone.
Amused, she smiled impishly when he called her "Devil Woman!"
Empty silence fills the air and wounds her soul deeply.
I realised life was precious when told I'd actually died.
Once it's questioned...can things ever be the same again?
.......not knowing which way I should turn.......
Poorly treated farm dog now has loving home with me.
Love is surrendering the power to hurt us to another.
The quiet in her mind slowly drives her to madness.
and suddenly everything has changed.
waiting for the end to come
that I would rather hold...
They are always there. Laughing, loving, inspiring. Cherish them always.
"I don't believe in feminism, but I believe in equality."
She hid her wounds behind her smile and forged ahead
His captivating easy smile
Fumbled with her train of thought..
filled with sensuality, awakening passion...
the audible heartbeat of my day.
Sometimes being strong sucks …
Sometimes it hurts more.