There was once a girl who wanted so badly to visit a small island, in the center of a very large, very deep lake. Every day she walked along the shore of the lake looking at the small island. Every day a boat asked her if he could take her. Every day she politely declined.
This went on for many months with the girl looking forward to the boat talking to her. Slowly she found she began to care a great deal for the boat, and delighted in talking to it every day.
One day as the girl was walking along the shore to the boat, he again asked her if he make take her to the island? He said…. I love you and care for you. I will never do you harm, I care far to much. Let me take you to the island, you are a butterfly that deserves to roam a place as beautiful as that. I will wait for you and I am here for you. Never letting you go. The girl listened and thought the boat cared very deeply. She said yes and together they went to the island.
The girl had an amazing time exploring. She delighted in the things she saw such happiness made her bloom anew. When light started to fade, the girl went back to the shore of the island to the boat. The boat was gone. She looked and looked and called and called. The boat had left her alone.
Be careful who you trust….
Tag Archive: Perception
Did I tell you
did I tell you don’t go,
Cause I’m struggling I
know I’m falling deeper does it show,
And I’m afraid yes so afraid
of getting hurt by you,
All these feelings shock me
they mock and stick like glue,
If it would make a difference I’d ask you
stay with me,
But I gotta hold these feelings back
just can’t let them free,
Oh so many rules
of which I must abide,
Cause I’m just some dirty secret
one which you do hide….
.x.
The light is glinting
off the blade,
Our game
my dear sweet everglade,
Gagged and bound
and roughly tied,
The emotions in your eyes
the perfect tide,
Dear sweet everglade
your skin stained red,
The simplest touch
and your sins you’ve bled,
The erotic dance
as it moves down your skin,
Your feverish glow
ignites me from within,
My beautiful everglade
on those chains you pull,
They hold you aloft
expose you so full,
Your breathing is ragged
watch your chest rise and fall,
Your life it is slipping
muffled moans you do call,
Not long now sweet everglade
just barest breath,
Your opening to me
your finest moment in death,
The chains they jerk once
and then relax in the silence,
The light leaves your eyes
such pride and no violence,
I love you sweet everglade
your preciousness gifted to me,
I watched the weight of the world leave you
now dear everglade you are free….
.x.
Come on now
you gotta keep it real,
Can’t let them know
just how you feel,
The nightmares that haunt you
those screams in the night,
Gasping for breath
outta your mind by first light,
Write with fingers
dipped in blood from your skin,
Books pages all you find
but don’t write out your sin,
Death he stands in the corner
watching you with the knife,
Just a little deeper his voice song full sweet
come to me end your life,
You drop the knife
upon the floor,
Crawl on knees
out kitchen door,
Wonder if you
can take much more,
You need some peace
but your minds at war,
Collapse in a corner
wish you could fade away,
Head on your knees the alarm goes off
plaster a smile face a new day….
.x.
….The sound of your voice… an intoxicatingly addictive mixture of warm honey and luxuriously soft velvet, such a sound to fall from those lips,
that I am left but an addict with an insatiable hunger for your words….
.x.
….Write your words in crooked lines
at depth across my skin,
Smile that secret smile
as I fall for the perfect sin,
Dance your fingers
the softest feelings across my veins,
Lay your voice to my ears
as comforting as falling rains,
Carve your name so delicately so intricately
across my heart,
Drug me so eloquently with you
so that never can I bear to be apart….
.x.
….Just my random little thoughts….
The sexual tension
of watching you walk,
The seductive destruction
of your voice as you talk,
Your lips
that devastating smile,
I can’t help but melt
gosh it’s so worthwhile,
Your eyes
dark pools to get lost in,
The epitome of sexy
your the most perfect little sin,
Your gorgeous secretive
addictive mind,
And I’m so utterly addicted
your a drug the perfect kind….
I think about you…. I care about you…. I am in love with you….
.x.
….He is art
so chaotic and passionate and deep,
Such deep knowing eyes such a sexy smile
and I am lost in the secrets he does keep,
He is art
a raging whirlwind of emotions kept under lock and key,
Unleashed only with intimacy when he doesn’t hold back
let’s everything pour free,
He is art
such a sexy soul so quiet controlled,
He is my addiction I’m an addict
this addictions taken ahold,
He is art
the kind that pours itself into your soul,
The kind that doesn’t take a little
it’s the kind that takes you whole,
He is the kind of art that shakes your senses
that makes you realise nothing no one will ever be as good,
He’ll take all your thoughts and re order them
even when your feeling misunderstood,
You will fall so hard so deep
into this beautiful sensual chaotic man,
And 100% of you
he’ll settle for no less than….
You…. daydreamer are totally irrevocably hooked…. x.
(Written when drunk at about 2am this morning….)
For the one who walks paw prints across hearts….
.x.
We are all so much stronger, than we ever give ourselves credit for.x.
You you think your amazing
and it’s really such a shame,
For in the pursuit of all you want
your losing all you gain,
I can’t help but wonder
how you feel,
Why play your games
just keep it real,
Don’t you know
your just some bitch,
The current scratcher
to scratch that itch,
You to him
you don’t mean shit,
And we all see
you can’t handle it,
Your just a pawn
in his big game,
And you’ll get pushed out
just the same,
And then tell me what
your gonna do,
How ya gonna handle it
when he says the words we’re through,
Are ya gonna cry
all night long,
Listen to every
dumb love song,
Listen up
and listen good,
You ain’t confused
just misunderstood,
Act like an adult
stand on ya feet,
Don’t be a walk over
get ya arse off ya seat,
You are strong
come show me ya proud,
I know you
ya don’t walk with the crowd,
So stick that smile
on ya face,
Do things your way
this ain’t no race,
Ya say ya love him
well have some fun,
But don’t forget
care for ya self first hun….
.x.
Written by Doubt, (who is feeling somewhat sarcastic), in her London accent, missing half the correct pronunciations and doing it only the way a Londoner can….
.x.
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