"She made me smile..." he said as the rest of the world crashed around.
"No one has made me smile both inside and out"
As the ground crumbled before him and as he descended into the dark abyss below, a tear drop trickled down his face.
Liquid loveShe tried treating
shots of Nyquil,
would become dreams
and she'd drowsily awaken
with a couple shots
of fireball whiskey,
burn in her throat
the burn in
and she's choking on
does she really
a bottle of
will fix her?
A night with youI could never get over the shock it gave me the vision of your body so perfect.
A muse, a siren, a sylph, a willing woman of passion, of love, of warmth.
Tonight will become my happiness, because it would be the first time, the first time it would be a true love.
We are that fire, we are that light.
I hope the night will not disturb our dreams, full of our greatness.
Of passion and horror, of curiosity and desire, as they will never be after tonight.
You're the torment turned into cure.
Not of pain, but of satisfaction and gratitude.
And we'll be just time, without compass fixed in our blood, you will remain the same women forever, the one perhaps you abandoned for not pleased your desires with mine ..
We must end this ritual to start a new and different, until the moon is tired of seeing us and abandon us.
You have left your smell in my thirsty lips, and your petals on my pillow, and now I dream of you unable to touch you, I’m tied to you forever.
I try to convince me that this
She is one of those girlsI always thought she felt good about herself to be at my side, no matter the place or situation, but I have found she won't.
Now I must aspire with rancor and close my ears to the world: I must talk to myself:
Put myself on your shoes.
How difficult it must be for her to accept that loves me.
And I cannot throw myself to the tragedy, she is not the only thing in my life.
There is a belief, the only faith I profess is the confidence of eternal love, the wisdom of a bewildering passion, and I only accept as truth what I can rationally understand: you.
The nights are cold, the nights are sad. They are the tears shed when you remember that she it is not a fantasy.
And it is in those moments when you think you could do anything for her ... commit a crime. I've heard that people abandoned to death, a day before they receive a last meal. The best of their life.
And it is in these crazy things when I think I would ask one last kiss, a moment with you. The best of my life.
She is one of those g
LOVEOne word that contains an entire universe. A single word that contains many meanings for us. The combination of your name and mine, the perfect union between two equal parts ... converted into one.
I was thinking about how many people are to be loved. But in reality is that there is just one…a first lover forever.
I've always wondered if the destiny is a matter of chance or if due to forces unknown ... Yes, the fantasy is as real as us.
Bits and pieces of dreams. Ideas, desires, fears, memories ... a living history ...
The way we'd found each other from the beginning, the way we always find the path for our particular universe.
It's the truth, or as close to the truth than I can say, certain things are beyond any understanding. Two creatures working as one unified body.
We were meant to be. Like two flames unite and blend into one.
Something so big that never get fully describe, at least not in my lifetime, nor in eternity.
Someone who shares my dreams, more importantly, my feeli
Your parents are artistsI've been looking for the best artist in the world, someone to help me express what you make me feel...
But my life goes like always, you know, covered of darkness and without going through something to break the monotony.
The sky color reminds me of her eyes, her deep sad eyes, her long and sensuous fingers, her warm tongue of exquisite flavor, her tenderness masquerading as loneliness and melancholy...
It becomes a great joy when falling on your psychotic world, when sink into your hugs and kisses, it becomes an immense joy.
In this way, loneliness, despair and hate lead you to madness.
A man devastated by the tragedy, that feels empty inside, disbelieved and immune to pain.
The hate blurs the feelings, annihilates the reasoning...
I sigh deeply, because I also I become a victim of your beautiful curse.
And in the sweet mornings of the world, your gaze is lost on the path that leads to my death.
That is why I walk with my head down, because that beauty is compared with you, and becau
The ConstantEveryone pretend to be kind to others, they speak of peace and love, they wish you the best, when in fact, in the depths of their hearts, they remain insidious.
There are always variables, things that may you like it or not, but I'm here today to tell you about the only constant I know: you.
What I am sure in this life, is that I did not come to this place just to see you, as our meeting was a happy coincidence, but to achieve a dream that will put us away from life itself, to achieve a life after death at your side.
What I am sure in this life, is that the blindness in your eyes can't last forever, you will have to open them one day and realize that in your whole life, I've been at your side.
What I am sure in this life, is that you should not worry, because once we dream together, not even your demons will find us.
What I am sure in this life, is that I can continue with my empty heart, or a life full of your love.
What I am sure in this life, is that being by your side the sky has a
if i hadn't had the drunk luck to meet youi’d have married every bedside witch from here to east dallas
i’d have glistened like a worm to their mescaline psalms
i’d have mired in sinuous wineskin, repentant spectra
i’d Om along in cooing groups, babble with freethinkers
all my endeavors would be gas station derelicts
all of my wrongs would be quasi-continuous
even the over-sought moon would protest
and i wouldn’t recognize one half of the universe
have upset the order
of things, birds
fall fast and featherflappingly from
shaken skies, and leaves
curl backwards into trees
from frost in summer, my heart
is a bell that rings until
glass shatters and frost falls
fearful on the ground and I
just do not know how
to tell you.
SMIH ONE PIECE ACE
You and four other ladies now held the chopstick in your hands, one of you held the red chopstick. You had hoped that it was you, because it would mean a hell of a lot to you to actually win for a change. Your top choice to pick out of the remaining guys was Ace. He was such a hottie! You scrunched your eyes closed and slowly removed the stick from your hands, you slowly opened one eye and saw that it was indeed red! You had finally gotten a win!
"Congrats," Sanji applauded as he handed you the anorexic purse. You quickly reached your hand inside and felt around until your hands touched something hard and wooden. You pulled it out and saw that your item was a match! Although slightly confused, you had a good idea who had this item. Though, you still wanted to make sure...
"Who put a match in the purse?" You called out, hoping that your hunch was right. Whitebeard noticed your item and nudged his sleeping son awake. "Hey, boy. Wake up, a girl picked your item." The groggy bo