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Illuminate my nightLover why don't you share
Your nightlight of lighting bugs
Sealed into your translucent mason jar
Illuminating my pathway
To a dreamland
Safe, far away from here
I don't have your arms to hold me
The darkness is overpowering now
Love's tragedyLove's tragedy.
You thought your seduction
But I'm just a pawn
in the devil's clockwork.
secretly using you.
to be used by you.
But we only abuse you,
and that simply
The ViolinWe all bid for your attention
with sorrow in our eyes
and pity in our hearts.
The violin plays on
as your colorful marionettes dance
Tears are shed
as the performance dwindles
Strings attached to our hearts
make us involuntarily move
while you watch on
in joyous splendor.
Oh how my wooden joints ache
from years of entertaining.
How I would like to gnaw through
this twin that enslaves me.
Somber springI don't think you saw my silver shadow in the monnlight
Or watched the sparrows fluttering in the breeze
you were gone you were far away
At the exact moment that I was watching the stars
you were no place near or dear to me
I don't think I can remember what color your eyes are anymore
I sit in the field of daises awaiting the sunrise
The dew of the morning settles on my skin
Pale as the winter snow that has long passed
I have not seen or heard of you since that last snowfall
I fret that I shall not see you until the first snowfall
Remember To breatheIt's amazing...
How you like the same music I do.
The way your eyes cut right through me; sending shivers up and down my spine.
The way your lips touch mine, while your hands trace the curves of my body.
The 1st time we kissed sparked interest and excitement. Now we can't keep our hands off each other
I love the way...
You know when something is wrong with me; and your eyes tell me you're worried.
You know all my ticklish spots you seem to learn more everyday
We compliment each other.
You can hold me while I sleep, and watch the dimples form on my face when I dream about you. I can't count all the minutes I've stared at you, amazed with your never-ending love.
The first night we spent together, waiting for the sun to come up; holding each other, listening to punk rock in my car.
The first time you said I love you And I was too scared to say it back
You told me that it felt like you were dreaming, and that's why you were so afraid to say goodbye. afraid I wasn't goi
She sat atop her roof laying in pigeon feathers and watching the clouds play pictionary before her eyes.
The breeze felt calming against the august heat. She tuned out the noises of the city during rush hour and concentrated on the singing of the birds and the whispers of the trees.
The sun was baking her skin, giving her faint freckles and a subtle tan.
"The birds they sing to me in foreign tongues that no man has been lucky enough to hear. The trees tell secrets that have been whispered beneath their branches late at night."
She traced her fingertips over the ruffles on her skirt while the wind blew loose pieces of hair in her eyes.
"I want to live under the stars, counting shooting stars and flirting with the man on the moon."
I sat contemplating loneliness and death while I lay in the tub. I watching the bubbles evaporate along with every feeling I had inside my body. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I screamed my lungs out; I was all alone in my existence.
"Why do people always feel inclined to make my day a little worse?"
I remembered what it was like losing someone you loved, who didn't love you as well; back then I promised myself never to love again. I suppose that's why every hope of a relationship always dwindles away with my tears. I stared at the pale pink walls in my bathroom and listened to the songs on the radio about love; I felt like throwing up.
I felt the bubbles on my skin as I laid face down in the bath. I wanted to stay that way forever; I felt invisible, and under the calmness of the water no one could hurt me.
Fisticuffs and love muffins
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Perfect tv show
We tune into your story. You're left alone, pursuing dreams; and girls in short skirts. Does he ever get the girl? I'm sitting on my couch, throwing popcorn at the television screen, laughing at your tears.
Left alone to resurrect my pride
The picture starts to fade when I see her visiting you. Smiles and kisses outbid my spite. I begged you not go, I begged you; I pleaded The screen goes black and I'm left alone. You were my only hope Now you're watching me from my two way television screen basking in my misery.
My shock and surprise to your newfound love never once brought tears to my eyes, until i was safely in bed, tears fell on my pillow.
Your naive outlook on the situation made me frustrated and depressed. You were obviously unaware of the love I thought we shared. It's a lose lose situation for us. I'll stay depressed while you pursue happiness the happiness i gave was too far from your heart.
I thought I'd let you know just in case she
I, Adam Dawson Do not Believe in FateA total stranger
impacted by one lie
the lie she wasn't good enough.
The dark shadows that masked her eyes,
and the way my approach
had startled her so suddenly.
They say some souls are meant to reach,
whether through force,
or just fate.
I personally don't believe in fate.
Yes, I Adam Dawson
do not believe in fate.
Your Seductive Bedroom EyesYour seductive bedroom eyes
Always gets my attention;
I often find it hard to resist
Your sensuous feminine charms,
But then again, what man
Would be foolish enough to?
When you press your sweet
Silky body onto me,
You ignite a flame that no other could;
I feel the palms of my hands
Start to sweat & my body
Quiver all over.
The way you kiss my lips
& caress my body with your
They spark up new feelings
Long since then locked away,
Till I met you.
But it's those seductive
That get me so hypnotized,
Unable to walk away,
Unable to resist you.
You tease me with your
"Come hither" glances
The way you sexually curl your lips
Into a mischievous smile,
Filled with lust.
You are my bedroom angel
Never afraid to go the distance,
When love becomes hot.
As the flames grows hotter
So does your passion;
Refusing to let go,
Making love in any fashion.
Whatever the occasion
Of the evening hours;
Your bedroom eyes,
Display a sensual passion
That's forever ours.
Pull me back
from this white
cloud, a viscid realm
that thirsts my senses
paint my sky
with the most violent scarlet
your imagination can incarnate
through your hands
when the skin throbs
in the venter, in the mouth,
when we become abstract
becoming a ramification of veins,
desires, elusive emotions
din acest alb
nor, lume vascoasa
ce-mi exaverbeaza setea
cu violenta rosului
pe care doar imaginatia ta
il poate reincarna prin mainile tale,
cand pielea paseste sacadat
in vintre, in gura, cand ne abstractizam
si devenim doar o ramificatie de vene,
pulsiuni, emotii evazive
nailsSpeak in Tongues
against my teeth and
write your story on these broken molars.
Bridge the gap with
fluids best left unsaid
(you disgust me)
and maybe we can cum to an understanding.
I'll carve my lies into your skin
while you burn the truth from my eyes
Maybe we're broken but
I like it that way.
Anointed in as your sins.I am the embodiment of your sins.
I am your greed, gold in color and always asking for more.
I am your lust, swirling in amber with a slip of my tongue upon your flesh.
I am your wrath, rolling in a fit of redden anger.
I am your sloth, lounged in white, sleeping in between your sheets.
I am your gluttony, always craving more, more, more...
I am your pride, held purple in my state of royalty.
I am your envy, green with what never, can fully be mine.
I am your sins. Full bodied. Anointed.
La hermana de Mangel (Rubius y tu)Holaa, soy la hermana de Mangel, ______ tengo 20 años, viví toda mi vida en L.A, y decidí mudarme a Madrid con Mangel, luego lo conocí a él y todo cambio...
CAPÍTULO 1: La llegada
Estaba todo listo para que me vaya, no había dejado casi ropa en casa de mis padres, no me preocupe por mi habitación porque Mangel tenía un cuarto solo para mí, era casi una imitación del original.
Mama: Lista hija?-.
______: Claro ya salgo mama-.
Salí de mi habitación con valijas y un bolso, ese día me puse una remera blanca por encima del ombligo que decía 'Kiss me' en letras negras, un short color rosa, los colores iban en degradación de rosa a blanco y unas botitas vans negras, mi cabello lo cambio cada época o cada mes mejor dicho, ahora estaba rosa y morado, me puse una diadema de flores rosas y blancas.
Mis padres me llevaron hasta el aeropuerto y esperaron que el avión despegara, estaba nerviosa, el avión d
Persuasion? Compilation of guilt,
is maybe the only right
Something meant to be,
should be let past.
Hesitation can prevent,
but nothing can separate:
will change that desire.
Lustfully giving in
to the temptation:
it just looked so good.
How could I keep saying no?
I'm not easily persuaded,
so you better feel
I could seriously do that
and that look.
just one little taste;
So it is;
entering the world
of the sexually explicit.
Randomocity Verbalized Convoluted mind set,
loveless lustful desires,
and ridiculous intriguement;
all to something that is mine,
but I can't have.
by the same voices telling me
to commit these deeds.
I'll verbalize something
out of character
to the scheme I've built;
but it reveals my true desire:
and different territory.
What can I say:
my heart and body know
that you're irresistible.
Drenched with passion,
overwhelmed with fear,
yet empowered with a desire
for actions to take place.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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