Want a life like A daisy field Full of hopeful daisies Dream daisies filled. Simple, Cute, Common yet so Delicate. Just the little flower Next door, but Still a beauty. And if you’d care To read their petals Everyone would Tell you a story. Want a life like A daisy field. A daisy field……… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
I keep telling people to chase their dreams. I know that dreams can come true! Some of my dreams have come true! And there is no reason I should sit back and not try anymore… Right? I believe in preaching by example. It is the best way to prove you’re right. And I am about to do…… Continue reading What if?
Violet Red dreams, painted on my hungry lips… Beware in the dark! Inspired by Tourmaline’s CYW Challenge .
Sugar coated lips… I’d cuddle forever in Cotton candy dreams Inspired by Tourmaline’s CYW Challenge
Ethereal thoughts, tickling my skin. Wrapped in haze, lost in my reveries. Lost forever, and lost by all means in the hypnotic meanders of my vespertine dreams…
What he did how he did it took her away from this life this existence, the stories, he told and how he told them how those people lived how those people loved, She wrapped her arms around the dream the one she longed for the one, he offered her if only he knew if…… Continue reading She Loved The Way – Notthedane56
Can’t you hear the sound of thousands of hearts sobbing loudly? Can’t you feel the pain of so many lives aching from your broken promises? The night is cold, and we struggle to believe the light of dawn will indeed come… But there’s still hope, we still dreams, we’re alive, waiting for you to…… Continue reading What about us?
Counting stars, counting dreams picking them, one by one… Shiny bright stars glued in the notebook of my hopes and… Trying to cover disappointment, trying to forget… Being denied… Counting stars, well aware, well… Stars plenty, and brilliant stars too many to be missed once picked. Little treasures… Simple pleasures. Clumsy…… Continue reading Counting stars…
All credit to Ghostwriter As I thumbed page after page looking through her photo album, lacking a photograph, or two of me, Burned them, she did tore them out of their corners removing any mention any memory of my existence, Gone was I, the times, we spent together both good and bad the view…… Continue reading Her Photo Album…
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