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he was gentle.he was kind.he was my soul mate,but i left him behind.i fell for lust and neednot realizing that patience couldof lead to amazing things..
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All I can remember...Was trying not to cryMy face was hot, and my eyes felt like grapesabout to burst from my head.Hands gripped my throat, and still,..
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there is acertain stillness, when even the gentle flutter o abutterfly wings feels like a hurricane.the moment when crashing waves fall asleep, peacef..
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here are the things i want for you.i want you to be happy, i want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way i did when i was in y..
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a bruise is tenderbut does not last.it leaves me asi always was but a wound i takemuch more to heart,for a scar will alwaysleaveits mark.and if you s..
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he speaks with blades between his teethunsteady of what to sayfear he will hurt herhistongue as a flame,spitting fire in her lungseverything he does,a..
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i am a rose.i am craved after one upon anotheri open my petals and they come.they steal, they grab, they touch and feel.The center of my bodyis where ..
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i don't know where my mind has been lately. i feel empty, like an empty canvas an open book full of reversed questions and answers that don't match. e..
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this morning when i awoke irealized that life is just an act of consumption. A silly little game that we are forced toplay. but is life what consumes ..
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its taken time to realize thatinflicting pain on ones-self andinflicting pain on another is different.his sweet and calming words turn to bitter fire ..
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