InternalizingBerry blossoms build from within, pushing their way up through my life-worn skin. Crushing my fragile bones to powder, soft and refined. Your sweet, warm breath fills the space between Love and lust, between Flower and dust.Internalizing
Soap bubbles float to the surface, bursting through every pore.
PerfectYou slumber sweetly next to me, Breathing in rhythmic patterns. The covers gently rise and fall To your beating heart beneath your sternum.Perfect
You shiver slightly with the cool air, Blown across your skin by the fan. I wrap my body around you, Warming your goosebumps with my flesh.
I lay my head against your chest, Listening to the sound of love in your veins. I drift off into my own dreamland, Where nothing is quite as perfect as reality.
Touch of a Dream Come TrueYour gentle hands touch my face, Cupping each side in your palms. Your thumbs graze my eyelids And lashes. I smile, Raising my eyes towards you. Your lips lightly brush mine In a whisper, just like out of a dream.Touch of a Dream Come True
Only in My DreamsYour hand lightly grazes my brow, wiping my hair away from my eyes. You stare intently into their cool blue depths. You continue to tangle your fingers through my hair, and cup the back of my head in your hand. You gently pull my face up to yours, your lips barely touching mine. I can feel your breath on my skin.Only in My Dreams
I awake with a start. I glance at the clock and see it is 3AM. I roll towards my wall, tears running down my face. Again, it was just a dream.
I HeardI heard the front door close, the soft push of the frame, the key in the lock. You moved from the bed to the floor, to the main hall stairs, to the foyer, to right in front of him, that look on your face.I Heard
I heard the pleading whispers, the hushed remorse and pang of guilt. You refused to just go back to bed, to wait until morning, to wait for better timing, to just move on and trust.
I heard the china break, the dishes shatter in large shards. You threw it against the wallpaper, with dirty words spilling from your mouth and accusations filling up
A Thousand MilesI filled up the tank. I paid all the cash left in the back pocket of my favorite pair of jeans and smiled sweetly at the attendant as he dispensed the gallon into my beat up Buick. I pushed my bare foot onto the pedal and sped away after that, leaving a wake of dust from the road and the sputtering of my tailpipe as an echo. I couldn’t look back- the rear view mirror was broken and my mind was too focused.A Thousand Miles
Three weeks ago, you told me you loved me. Two days ago, you hit the bottle, and you decided to throw your words around. A lot of incoherency can go a long way. &
I got this feelin'
Optimism
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Ask me about barnacles, you won't regret it. (sometimes, it is what you've got, not just where you stick it.)
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~*Dana*~
Anthony and Dana--December 1, 2007
"I'll stop the world and melt with you"
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I feel wicked.
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~*Dana*~
Anthony and Dana--December 1, 2007
"I'll stop the world and melt with you"
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In the hour of darkness I await my fate
In the hour of light I fill with faith
Love is my valiant courage.
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Ask me about barnacles, you won't regret it. (sometimes, it is what you've got, not just where you stick it.)
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~*Dana*~
Anthony and Dana--December 1, 2007
"I'll stop the world and melt with you"
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Ask me about barnacles, you won't regret it. (sometimes, it is what you've got, not just where you stick it.)
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