Don'tI hugged you close, gently whispering, 'don't let me go.' All the while you whispered softly, 'don't leave me.'
All But A DreamThere was a life like no others that just seemed to captivate every single part of my soul. I could never pin point as to why it was this other life did such a thing to me. It was as if I was in a dream whenever it was that I was in their presence. I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. I never wanted to escape the dream. I never wanted to wake up. I wanted to be blinded by a passionate love that I could not lose...But alas, I awoke...and it was all but just a dream.
So here's the thingI really think you are a beautiful human being, and nothing’s going to change my mind about that no matter what you do. Perhaps I say that often to you, but it is true. Some say that this love is the love that blinds me, but I say that it is a love that opens my eyes to a whole new world of life…a better world.
A LifeThere is a life that came into mine. A life that I could not bear to see slip out of my own anymore. A life that I cherish deeper than my own. A life that I have a passion for. A life that I love. And that life belongs to you. That is something that I cannot deny.
KnowI want you to knowthat it doesn't matterwhat happened in the past.Because the only thing that mattersIs we're here together.I want you to knowthat I'll always be right here for youNo matter what happensI'll always be by your sideTo take care of you no matter whatI want you to knowthat I care for you deeplyyou've given me so much hopein life itself.I want you to knowthat even all the songs I'll writeNot a single one of themcould ever repay youfor all the things you've done.And I want you to knowthat I will always love youfor better and for worse...
The Moment We MetFrom the moment I met you…I knew that you would be the one. I knew you would be the one who would be there for me every step of the way-through darkness and through times of joy. I knew that you would be the one who would care for me as much as I care for you-which is something I rarely find in others. From the moment I met you, I knew that it was going to spark something grand-something extraordinary, and it has. For now it is that I have found that I cannot even see a life without you by my side anymore. For now it is that I have grown to need your love. For now it is that I have unconditional love for you. From the moment I met you, I knew that the journey that you and I both would share would just be the beginning…and this kind of journey that you and I share now is the only kind of journey I could ever see us sharing. For it is that our journey will continue to deepen our love for one another, and I can only hope that it gets to the point that our love for one another
HeartI will give my heart to you, but in return all I ask is that you don't break it.
Great MorningAs your eyes slowly open, I smile warmly. I gently coo, "Morning, sleepyhead…!" And then I gently kiss the top of your head. I then see a slight tinge of red that gently paints your cheeks. I smile warmly yet again and softly say…"waking up next to you everyday always makes my mornings great!"
VickyShe could see it in my eyes.But I thought I could hide it…But in that instant, she knew.She knew something was wrong.It turned out that I couldn't hide it.Something was wrong.But now slowly,All is beginning to be right again.
Tony x Reader - Jar of HeartsWORD OF WARNING!! CONTAINS FEELS!I know I can'ttake one more steptowards you. Causeall that's waitingis regret.You walked down the streets of Manhatten, and you phone buzzed in your pocket. You were just finishing up your nightly jog."Hey babe. <3"It was Tony."Hey! What's up?" You texted back."Nothing much. Just doing stupid paperwork that Fury assigned, so I won't be done for a while."You smirked and texted,"That sucks. See you in a few. Love ya! <3" You turned off your phone, and jogged to the Tower.And don't youknow I'm not yourghost anymore. Youlost the love Iloved the most.You walked into the Tower, seeing Natasha and Clint cuddling on the couch, watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. You smiled at them, and you walked to the elevator."Miss, might I suggest you not going to Tony's room?" JARVIS asked. You frowned and asked confused,"Why?"Silence.I learned to live,half alive. And nowyou want me one more,time. And who do youthink
Bucky x Teen!Runaway!Reader Part 2PLEASE READ THE LAST CHAPTER TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE!!!"That was about 24 years ago. I was 12. Now I'm 15, almost 16. That man was the only person I trusted in a long time. His name was John, John Keller I think. He was about 21 when we met but the first five months I was with him, he died. I've been running since. No stops, never slept in the same place twice...Then HYRDA came, and offered me a job. I declined. It was the worst mistake of my life. They kidnapped me, tutored me, shoved me, and almost made me go mentally insane. Then, that's when they brain-washed me. They strapped me to a hard, leather chair, and took everything away from me...Even the only memories of my mom. They stuck me into a Cyro Freezer almost 24 years ago. I'll admit, I'm old lady. But I escaped from them. 3 years, two months, and 16 days days I've been away. And I've been slowly getting my memories back. But not in the ways I would have hoped. I get Night Terrors every single night. Not ever a
daughter on the stepstool I count the cracks in between the blocks of cement as I walk, eyes downcast. Sets of two, sets of two. I can never quite shake the way my bones don’t sit right under my skin, too big for my body. It’s a constant itch that I can’t scratch, only mollified when I listen, when I listen to what it tells me. My disease tells me to count in sets of two—blink four times, two sets of two. I don’t understand, but those numbers are safety in a storm. They ruin me, though. They ruin me. I hide behind mathematical equations that account for sets of two, and I leave her to drown.These are my hands, but they’re really just earthquakes. I am not afraid to crumble anything that gets in my way, and it’s always her. She always tries to stop me, tells me she loves me after calling me fucked up. Fucked up. I lose sleep because sometimes I dream in shades that I do not like. Blue, like her eyes. One syllable, half of a set. A ghost
RemorseConsequences: pay in blood. Almost dry.
Amber SunrisesI’m not entirely sure yet. You know, why bad things happen all the time. I’m kind of just here trying to figure all of this out myself. Why suns rise and set, why life comes into this world, and why it always has to end. I sat outside. That darkish blue color was in the sky again. It’s always in the sky. It’s like it never really goes away. And I guess it doesn’t because apparently the blue in the sky is just a reflection of the ocean. I woke up at 6:30am today. And I couldn’t go back to sleep. So I went outside. It was cold outside. The refreshing kind though. It was like a bitter sweet kind of wind and it tussled with the knots in my hair for a little while until they both calmed down and went in their respected directions. There was nobody else outside and it was quiet. I almost fell back asleep until I saw the sun starting to rise. So I climbed up onto the roof to get a better look at this amber fire. I almost fell off but I didn’t (I
fragmenti am cheap and easily bought; i come complete with bruises and the built-in urge to run away.
TrappedWe were both trapped in a queue of cars, four lanes on the motorway. It was 8am on a Friday and rush hour was creeping forward at a twelfth of the speed that it usually did. People sighed, some moaned, others dipped their hands lazily out of their windows catching the cool morning breeze. We were both there, you and I. My car crept forward almost as if it wasn't moving at all, my eyes focused on the road ahead, concentrating on the car in front - one eye on the van behind. It was one of those roads where the curves dropped away around a bend and into nothing. People craned their necks trying to see what was up ahead, what was keeping everyone back from their mundane mornings at their desks. I didn't want to look. But we were both there, stuck in the queue.I flicked the radio stations to see if there was a news update, red lights cleared as the crowd inched forward again. Lane one, then two then three merged into four as flashing lights and signs warned them of an obstruction. Brake li
Through a lover's eyesWow, I don't even know where to start... How do you describe someone like that, when words or images alone are simply not enough? She is just the most exquisite bundle of mischief I have ever, and probably will ever meet. Hell, she's a cocky wee git on good days, but even on the bad days she still has this amazing, fierce intelligence that I can only liken to the lightening that illuminates a storm, even if only for a brief moment. And though it does get to me a bit at times, I really do admire the wicked, almost sick sense of humour that appears along with that subtle dimple below the edge of her lips. Nothing has ever completely smothered that little spark; not even when she lay in that hospital bed, barely conscious from the cocktail of drugs she'd attempted to take her own life with. It has got her in trouble a few times; giggling at inappropriate moments, but I would far rather that than watching the light leave her eyes.It does make me sad; the repeated suicide attempts. I mean,
The Sacrifice of the HeroA Beautiful girl is sitting at a corner, the sand colored bricks of the wall, contrasting heavily with her tanned, smooth skin.The sun is burning hot and bright, reflecting of the pearls of sweat rolling down her curled brow.Her eyes are wide open, her lips are quivering… her lips are moving, speaking words unheard.No…that is not it, it’s a scream, a scream and a cry for help, in a alien language.Drowned out by the long and sharp rounds of ammunition hailing into the wall beside her, bouncing of the sand and dust covering the street, a sharp metallic clang echoing around the buildings as they ricochet.She looks to her left, there she see her people, the people that wanted it THEIR way, and no other, the people that found guns and ammunition, and had no hesitation using them.To her right she sees pale men, pale and dressed in weird foreign camo clothing, with flags sewed onto their arms, belonging to countries so far away, holding weapons that look big and scary.
CompleteIs how I feel whenever I am with you.