. . .A little pleasure A lot of pain Take it all in Along your way... . .
Internalize all you feel It’s for you and them in the end So hold it in to keep it real And then look back with great regret
But what were you to do back then? Always alone but smiling again Never a soul to truly trust And when there was, it all screwed up
Deceive the ones you love the most Push them away to keep them out Save them from this awful host
And make them believe she’s forever lost
And then one day you’ll realize Deep truth that laid in suc
midnight blueThere is something so insistent about the dark Something so vulnerable and pure That forces me to trust – unconditionally Something about the night that intrigues And fascinates and amazesmidnight blue
And just puts everything where it rightfully belongs – behind me Everything, that is, that is not right here and right now. Everything – that doesn’t seem to matter anymore Because with this night, comes a new importance, That outweighs so many others, to this moment.
There is something so perfect about a winter
night…just night
a thick blanket of snow manages to hush th
cold hands The night is clear and we are all so bitter at the irony in it. Stars seem to gleam just for us. The frigid air has a way of reminding us why we are here. It has been a long, exhausting week since the news of our grandmother’s death arrived. The light makes my eyes burn now. Everyday tasks have become challenges so overwhelming that just the thought of them provokes a mental breakdown. My head is consumed with a dull, growling pain and thinking encourages a pounding that is virtually unstoppable. The church is beautiful but cold and empty. My cousins and I find courage in ourselves and in each other to find secold hands
RayneThe air is calm and it feels thick and sweet to the skin. Movement is stifled; noise is subdued, both heavy with fatigue. The sky is dark and raging with potential. Thunderous, piercing, clouds loom over the city; poised. A sharp yellow surge emphasizes the contrast between the apparent dull sky and the intensity held within it, as it strikes to prove its capabilities to unsuspecting earth. Growling thunder shocks ear drums and rattles windows mercilessly, warning of anger from above. The wind contests with a hush, and the leaves instantaneously change colour as they are flippeRayne
let it
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Sophie.
:butterflytwo: website : [link]
I'll go check your gallery now.
Welcome to DA
And thanks for the fav.
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I am the dA mommy - behave.
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