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this_moment
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Siren
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Serenaded by the subtle whisper of your shallow breaths... Each one more precious than the last. And when you dream, do you dream of me? Do you know all the things I would do to never cease this moment? To feel the warmth in your gentle fingertips... To melt in the radiance of that smile. To freeze in the stare of those ice blue eyes... And this would be the moment I could live in forever if given the choice. I would never leave your side, even while you sleep.
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oldephebe
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again - another gem wedged amongst the babble mostly my inordinate babbble this was b e a u t i f u l
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nomme
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all i_will all i_was all i_am
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030822
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voodoo
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this moment feels like the worst moment of my life i know it's not but i'm sitting here at work crying can't concentrate on anything except how i want to be near you i just left your bed three hours ago and i miss you already i want to tell you what's on my mind what's in my soul
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Perplexlypuzzled
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A moment can be captured in a picture, in a glance, in a thought, and even in a phrase. I think you all captured it wonderfully.
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031013
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Toxic_Kisses
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... has already passed
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031013
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is remembered
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050122
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no reason
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seems significant maybe i'm just searching for significance
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070126
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high viscosity
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for a girl.
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070126
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Risen
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I used to find rings annoying. Burdensome. I used to find alone time to be the best time. Now I'm sitting at my desk, insomnia-bound, holes in my back from needles, and yet there is a smile on my face. I'm not alone anymore. In the next room, my fiancée and my dog are curled up in a warm bed, waiting for me. Next week, we go look at a house. It is only a moment, for now. Only a holiday. But soon the distance will be behind us, and we'll be together all the time. Somehow, amazingly, unexpectedly, at my very lowest, in the middle of the ugliest moments, I found an oasis of calm and safety. I found a home, at last.
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191101
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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