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Sculpted hammer of divinity comes down, and My skull is cracked and leaking Adorned by a veil of mourning glories in full bloom Laced, tethered stems joining at the base Soft gentle petals hugging
There I was Sitting alone, With my hands Caressing the strings The wind carried my noise far Down to the corner The people turned And they heard The sweet, soft crying
nothing turns into something im surrounded with grey rays of dim light a storm cloud looms over my head they catch the rain but the storm doesnt pass my clothes are soaked and my mascaras running
hes truly something else to me i study him as if hes written shakespeare i worship him as if he were a god
lately, things have been a little too much for me. i havent been the happiest and i had no explanation on why,
he lays in her lap as her petal-soft fingers run through his star-ridden curls he tells her that her freckles could make an entire galaxy
i want to write a poem about you but its nearly midnight and im so tired i can feel the bags under my eyes building every single time i blink
“do you love me?” her bright eyes dig into your soul, her star-spun fingers twitch nervously.
star-spun imagination making everything about the sky see the galaxies in her eyes the stars in her hair
she was like watercolor. no. She was watercolor. her bright red smile would slip through my fingers just as it came,
Without my glasses on, the world softens at about 10 feet. Usually it feels Constricting, Confining, Claustophobic, But today, it is my happy tent of reality.
Comfort can be hard to find in the winter.I always find it in Hot Chocolate.Because it’s more than a taste of sweetness.It’s the feeling that comes with it.
What a beautiful weapon she is. She's the sharpest edge and the prettiest sight, The softest, sweetest bringer of night, And all with a teasing kiss. What a beautiful, beautiful weapon she is.
Grey nose, white tail. Soft feet hop down the trail. At the end a light. Shining in the night. Who sits there at the end? Grey nose, white tail. A girl covered in a black veil.
A bridge among barricades A bird among bears Love is free, love is peace Trust from a tired heart Energy from an exhausted mind Love connects, love supports
A soft little kitten My finger he has bitten Yet I simply grin. I hold him tenderly Hoping he'll purr to me Sleeping under my chin. Striped oranger face and white paws
A spiral of roots calms a tortured soul— one whose mind is clouded with worry
It's Kind It Knows No Enemies It Thinks No Evil It Rejoices Truth It Believes All It Never Fails It's not Faith or Hope It's Love.
Loved Unconditionally SS <3 Mystery women Profound and grand in nature Like a jewel
Under the willow tree, you kissed me we danced we hugged we picked the small leaves. Under the porch roof, you held me we whispered we giggled we wondered about the wood.
Blissful weights on fluttering lashes, soothing kisses of wonderlands untold, where the rules of the world crumble to ashes and the most sacred of treasures you too can hold. Gently slipping into enveloping black,
She used to be so soft spokenNow she puts up a front acting all toughRaged because she feels usedAnd the world owes her something for leading her too be fooled and pulled into the reality of the true ending of a fairy tale
Bricks are made for building Made for making chaos out of glass Their purpose overlaps And sunshine's really soft Until it's fire on your skin And tucked away when the night begins