Broken Self PortraitI don't wanna look through the eyes of a liar but every time I look in the mirror, they stare back at me Oh, exactly how long have I been lying to myself? I lost track of the many that spilled out of my headBroken Self Portrait
And onto the paper I bled my tears on.
Helping just hurts sometimes
And sometimes it opens your eyes to what you need to see My faults are the only things that don't come up short Emotional 2x4's leave unseen bruises under my skin
And I can only pray that old wounds
Old mistakes, breaking points And reasons for logic won't haunt my very living death In my painful
I Aman emotional rollercoaster the apathy comes and goes. mostly goes. I can't do it anymore i need freedom i need help I smile and joke all day but still come home and fall asleep lonely so many things run through my mind few of them are reasons to stay...I Am
"Her words echoed through his mind, 'Give me a reason to stay...' It killed her that he didn't have anything to say..."
That Horrible Untitled Story..His mouth pressed against mine roughly and unexpectedly. I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his neck, my mind not registering what my body was doing. His tongue invaded my mouth forcefully and I let him. I felt his hands traveling over my body, the thin cotton and denim not doing much to separate the heat of his assault from my skin. So many things started running through my mind: memories of things we had done in the past, ideas we had talked about doing, and new things that had entered my thoughts and dreams. It was when he began pulling off my shirt when I came to my senses enough to push him away. "Stop!"That Horrible Untitled Story..
| I'm Natalie and I like reading and Love writing... I'm an amature artist when it comes to drawing, but I try. I also love taking pictures... "The mysterious Mistress in the mask tempting like a gangster witch and feeling frisky in her fedora while making us an offer of flavorful forbidden fruit that we just can't refuse. The seductive Sorceress sends shivers of many kinds down the spine as well as that ominous feeling of what the terms of her temptation shall be and the amount of interest owing on our immortal soul when the Nautical NightMare comes to collect." -Drigulch |
The memory of Sunday....
Lonely
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*happyness*
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Iam glad that you like it.
PS: Great body
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