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My Gift to him... a long time ago...



Chances are like calloused sins, teasing my lips and tongue. To make me tremble feels like sinning. Run your hands high beneath my skirt. Heat drips lovingly against your finger-tips. My lips part to moan but lose my breath as I feel the tips divide and slide evenly. Your face is wrapped in a brewing mask of love and anguish. My body gives into this sweet surrender. Kissing your ravished lips and drinking your heavy scent...



As I have said before... I am yours... Now and Forever... Till the last breath of air leaves my body and my soul passes from this lifetime onto the next.... Until I meet up with you again.... I am yours

A friends "morbid" thought of the day....



God will watch you die.





and the trail of the thought stems from the idea that curious 'God' might observe us watching ourselves die. The 'One' within each of us is a compelling phenominon, and to watch mankind observe itself dying would be something I'd assume IT does.

I can just see little deviant Gods laughing as man, in total fear, watches himself undo...

Wrap your hands around my throat, look me in the eyes and tell me that you love me...

Chances are like calloused sins, teasing my lips and tongue. To make me tremble feels like sinning. Run your hands high beneath my skirt. Heat drips lovingly against your finger-tips. My lips part to moan but lose my breath as I feel the tips divide and slide evenly. Your face is wrapped in a brewing mask of love and anguish. My body gives into this sweet surrender. Kissing your ravished lips and drinking your heavy scent...

She asked him "If i give you the pieces to my broken heart... can you repair it?"



He replied "I dont know...."

what do i do.. where do i go... how do i figure out what i need.. or where i am suppose to go from here... you leave me bearing these marks... marks of insanity... you tell me it will be ok but i know better... i know that it wont and that what we hve is nothing more that words and feelings.... feelings that can never be shared... words that shall never be known... You are my love, my life, and my everything,... with you... I am everything.. with out you... I am the same as before but will never be again....

She wants to scream to let it all out of her so it doesnt tear her up inside

she wants to cry so she doesnt have to hurt anymore

she wants to be loved for who she is and not be judged for what she isnt.

she wants to end it all but she knows she must keep going

He tells her he loves her, but she knows its not true. If he loved her, he wouldnt do the things he does. The lies and the tears and the fake smiles she puts on for him each day are nothing compared to what he puts her though each day. Having to keep to herself, but wanting to find someone who will listen to her cries for help. Hating the way that he pushes her around and wanting to be released from this hell she calls life.