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"What's it like?" I asked, unsure of whether I should say the dreaded word. "Schizophrenia. You can say it, Landon." Ainsley said nonchalantly, as if she could tell what I was thinking.
In his arms I feel safe. In his arms I feel whole. In his arms I am content. In his arms I know my role. With his kiss I am free. With his kiss I barely breathe. With his kiss I am alive.
112512. 11:03 There's a cup by my bed filled to the brim with water and ashes and wrappers. There's a smell in my sheets I've gotten too accustomed to.
Your cheeks are flushed, We're pressed up close. You're my medicine, I took an over dose. You're hair is messy, Tangled and thick. You're my one love, Making me love sick.
I remember walking down the courtyard. Blood boiling. Trying to maintain my breathing. Not to mention having no clue to where I was heading. All I knew I was going somewhere.
Take that confused lost girl. Spin her around make her twirl. Send her head into a blinding whirl. Never giving up because she's your girl. Entice her to try new things. Making her body Hun and sing.
His lips are soft. His arms are strong. In them is where I belong. His presence is soothing. His words are sweet. My heart flutters whenever we meet. His smile is blinding. His eyes deep and dark.
Hey you, Great to actually speak to you today on the phone; it was good to hear your voice. I've missed talking to you.
Hey, Here's chapter 21. ENJOY. And please repost Chapter 21 I woke up to the sound of birds tweeting. Morning already. Damien was next to me, thank god. He wasn’t just a dream.
I want to do All the things We said we would But never got Round to: Swimming in a lake; Taking the train To the coast, Getting drunk On the beach, Campfire, Blanket, Warm arms, Staying there Till...
I woke up 2 hours later and went down stairs. Everyone was gone except Becca. Nick and her were cleaning up. The babies were laying down in their play pens.
CHAPTER 10 At 8 o'clock, me and Max came out of the restaurant. He was in a shirt and trousers. I was wearing a knee-length cream dress with a purple belt.
-NATE- "Morning honey" I said, turning my head as soon as I woke up to see Tiffany's peaceful face. "Morning Mr Cole" she replied, placing a hand on my cheek and pulling herself in for a tender kiss.
Your beautiful eyes I could swim in. They are perfectly deep and blue. I'm transfixed when I look into them. My love, this ones for you. I love it when we cuddle. You put your head upon my chest.
20th July 8:24 am That night I found I really hard to sleep. Eventually Matt offered for me to use his chest as a pillow. So I rested my head.
I'll never see you waiting On the corner by the train station again; Hair a mess, beard, dishevelled, skinny jeans, Listening to music and singing Like you don't care what people think.
Chapter 14 I woke up to him touching my hair. Then he kissed me softly on my lips. I felt it. I felt it and I smiled. " you are up?". He whispered. " I am".
There’s a stale growth of thickened words in my esophagus that won’t go away or dissolve with the large amount of fluids I’ve quaffed.
Your request is a. private dance. Dark hair sexy eyes. Luscious red lips. She's your prize. Moving her hips. Her body tight. You can watch. She's such a sight. But don't touch. She's provocative.
Chapter 16 We sat on the hood of the car as we ate. The sky was orange, on color I loved when it came to sunsets. We ate in silence looking at the sky. " I was so hungry. Did you like your...
When we sleep next to each other and your shoulders graze against mine, you move through me like different souls from another place. Weaving into me stories of past and present.
You say you're ok, But you can't fool me: I know those green eyes too well To ignore the missing sparkle; The tone of your voice Flat, lacking the usual joy, Gives away the truth; I can tell when...
I imagined it would be awkward between us following our drunken make-out, but Monday morning you were your usual cheeky, cheerful self.
She watches over me, And asks me to cherish her. Her love is unassuming. She holds me tightly, When skies are grey. She celebrates my happiness, and encourages me to be who I am. She wants me.