softenedthe sky whispers,ribbons of crystalline quiet,same shade as the angel dustyou shivered every time we werealone.in the darkness, we weresorry birds searching foropen dawns. you, theswan, me, theraven,black as night andjust as hopeful.and there were poemswritten in your skin, universes blooming in your hands; your eyeswere a December sunrise saving mefrom any sleep.I’ve decided thatpeople are a composition ofall their greatest memories—and you,you were always the mostbeautiful piece ofme.
Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?Could I know the colour of a word?Could I hear the universe full of stars?Could I hold the sea in my arms?Could I stroke your voice?Could I live in your heart?A song never sungA paper never drawnA game never wonA man never lovedA flower that movesA bird on my hairA tree always blueSpringone lovetwo soulsmy worldand you.
AirI want to lose myselfin an illogical needfor love.I want to rememberto forgethow to breathe.What is Airif not you?
TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u- Isabella: Marie ya levántate Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*Isabella: ¬¬ MarieMarie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOoMarie: *se va a las escaleras*¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?Phineas: tengo contactosMarie: o metiste grabadora
Pull Me ClosePull me closeHold me tightTell me silentlyThat it’ll be alright‘Cause when you’re nearI feel my heart beating,When I see youI feel alive,When you hold meI know it’s OK,And I revel in feelingThe sound of you breathingWith your heart right nextTo mine.
~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting loveyour beauty intensifies my satisfactionO, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heartShoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.Thy heart shall never stop beating for theeHe, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.so soft and abasehow I feel sorry for theetrapped by endless monsoons of terrorlet me hold thee and love you endlesslyWill thy be my lover?Be my daunty heart?If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last foreverBe thy love and I shall take care of thee foreverNever leave thy, The
The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen. That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken. He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.Pulling out hi
I LoveDear Lover,I love what we have,And not what we need,Or should be:Strong,Whole,Or perfect.I love the way we function,When we're nearly dead,The way you:Hit me,Scream,Or punch.I love the way my heart thuds,When I relinquish the sweet airIn exchange for:Your breath,Your toxic fumes,And I choke.I love it,I love it,I love you.Sincerely, the Heartbroken
Condemned AloneI always fail in love;No matter the man I'm with,He will leave eventually.My heart rarely smilesRipped apart like a curtainOf memories thatFades with morning light.And if I put my trust in you,Will I regret it, only time will know.Inside, I seetheIn rage, crying.Why am I builtTo spend aLonely eternity?I'm not sure what to believe;All these years exposed to lies,I am filled with bitterness.I am their puppet;Strings attached,They reduce me to worthlessnessIncapable to thrive.Too scared to leap beyond the moonWhere lovers reside in harmony.Inside, I seetheIn rage, crying.Why am I builtTo spend aLonely eternity?
Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.Not touching, I go closer in Snuggling into you a bit I play with your cheek,you play with my hairI go closer and snuggle..This time my head is gently on your shoulderYou snuggle back into my neck Looking at your face, then your eyesYour eyes are looking at my lipsI gently grab your chin and liftI can see your face in perfect view,you get scared and look down.. I reassure you with a hug.Look back into your eyes grab your chin and kiss.. I can feel our lips tremble,frightened; wanting moreSlowly but gently kissingexplosions of emotionsBeams of sweat on palms We part away for a secondWe kiss again with more confidencetouching each others bodies stroking slowly, at each others curve
~Love~Love is like powerits strong but can only last so long...Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mateBut strings can snap eventually...Golden hearts connected together.Then to rust and break...love can make you happy and positivebut also sad and negativevery regretful too...But pay close attention, you'll only get this once. Pick your partner carefully.They may just pick your forever..♥
Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have everBeen in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churnedSweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hiddenAway treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleasedEyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetnessHaunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……
Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawnsbut ours is a jungle, guarded by thornsas we entwine, anchoring each othersunshine bathed and blurrywith Narnia tucked behind the beehivestill we’d rather be nomadic than settle(we are blinkered but bolting)and smoke and mirrors have more substance than this hushed hunting for the other shoe and the lipstick stains on your collarit feels a little incestuousbut we chose the second circleand dark matter is a time-bomb, tickingso I sink into you again (and again)rooting for salvation beneath your husk and hoping we’ll find right
rippleshow many ripples you can cause in the ocean of someone's heart, each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,(even though you know better than to fight the waves)you can't help but fool yourself into thinking you can dive a little deeper.(even though you're running out of air already)and i am already becoming an expert in clasping my hands together just rightso that it feels like someone else's fingers interlaced with mine,i know how to drape one leg over the other to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot i press my back to the pillow beside me, pretend its more than just my body warmth heati
That Thing Called LoveA moment A kissThis feelingA wishA gestureA touchThese feelingsToo muchDescriptionsDepictionsNo wordsCan be writtenThis loveA thoughtThis knowingIs enough