| hmm, bit dark and creepy |
A facadeHe was a gentleman, he waited four hours for me. Paid for my meals, opened doors for me. Let me make the decisions, talked to me daily.A facade
He was a gentleman, at least he appeared to be
His silence, it spoke to me, it laid down doubts about myself.
What was wrong with me? Was I not good enough? Was I unworthy of love? What did I do?
I asked him.......
Silence
Jigsaw HeartMy heart is a thousand jigsaw pieces, It once was beautiful and picturesque.Jigsaw Heart
With such speared and unsettled years it has come apart, pieces missing.
Those jigsaw heart pieces, where are they all? Maybe lost, more likely stolen
by those who take my jigsaw heart, hold it tenderly and bloodily rip a piece for themselves.
pinky
| I have teeny tiny feet..... seriously... comments welcome  |
girls can be such bitches
Lonely
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That's love isn't it, a load of old wank
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Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you’ll be criticized anyway.
You’ll be damned if you do and damned if you don’t. - Eleanor Roosevelt
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That's love isn't it, a load of old wank
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"In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged."
“I always thought love was more important than power, but sometimes you can’t have love without the power to keep it safe.”
Donnez ma votre couer vrai.
X
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Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you’ll be criticized anyway.
You’ll be damned if you do and damned if you don’t. - Eleanor Roosevelt
--
"In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged."
“I always thought love was more important than power, but sometimes you can’t have love without the power to keep it safe.”
Donnez ma votre couer vrai.
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Still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets.
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That's love isn't it, a load of old wank
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