hands
like stone
caresses
my soft mask
my fragile body
surrenders
limp
in your carnivorous arms
your eyes
so intense
gaze
deeply into mine
my hair touches gently
on your skin
you take hold
of it
like
you take hold
of my
heart
i
am
weak
yet
oh
so
strong.
~v
i am not happy with this one, but i guess i could have spent more than 5 minutes on it. add to it anyone? feel free.....
Amazing betty,
how sweet the girl
Who saved a Wretch Like Me
While in the grave she pulled me out
And clearly helped me see.
Maple sugar to my lips
Sweetness to my soul
Ashes to ashes she dusteth me Off
i am prepared to go.
So when my situations grave
And Ive fallen in A Lifehole
Betty Circles the savers round
And throws one from the Roll.
Amazing Betty How sweet her face
As she looks down at me
I once was down, but now I'm up
Betty's the Gal for me
eyesthebye
I miss you so.
I'm empty.
I hate not being here when you are....
I hate not being there when you are...
I hate being here when you aren't...
*sigh*
I miss you.
actionfigures
The weight of the world was on her shoulders, carrying too much. But she never let the load that she was carrying get to her. Carrying on, helping doing. Backing up, backing up. Just one more step than just another. She wasn't going to give up. She was no longer going to be afraid. She'd never lose this battle. She wouldn't leave anything hanging on. She wouldn't blame this all on everyone else. She'd finally take control of her life, what an achievement?
The light slowly shone on the paper where her scribbled words, her scribbled thoughts would lie until she could finally come up with words to express how she truely felt. But she was battling the good through the bad. She was making mistakes, she was sorry.
She knew nothing was going to break her.
The light turned into day and she still layed there. She still couldn't conjure all her thoughts, her feelings into words. Was she always this complicated? Was she always this indecisive? Was she always this afraid of saying something she didn't mean? Was she afraid to be "caught"? What was she really afraid of?
She slowly drifted to sleep, tears rolling down her face.
She'd have to battle through just another day. Just like the rest. Everytime she woke up, she'd hope she'd finally realized what she really wanted. Maybe today would be the day that she'd finally get things straight. She couldn't spell it out to anyone else but herself. If even that. she never wanted to miss out on anything.
Maybe one day, she'd realize
the sweetest thing in the world is the lips of tine.
dreams that those lips were next to mine.
your lips are like wine.
the taste of sweetness when they are close to mine
the joy of your kiss is like gifts from heaven above
it is the kiss of joy
it is the kiss of love.
pimpmunk
