Overexposing my innards to careless hearts and hands is a practice I am prepared to stop performing.
Coco J. Ginger
Men always complained I had a lot of boyfriends. I never agreed, or disagreed. I was too busy kissing to care. I disapproved of jealous complainers and had not an opinion on their opinion of me.
You know, and I know, just how much we defy.
When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.
I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.
...just friends, over and over you said it again -then you kissed me.
I think there were times when I was so afraid of losing you that I forgot I even had you at all.
Love is not of value when this superficial contract must be drawn up, representing the two worlds that enclose us.
You can only use someone for so long before you dry them out. How long does a muse last? When do you let them loose?
I never want to arrive. I love the ride.
Our stations in life, our difference of cultures, the pain-laid men who raised us forbid us to be us. They have brainwashed us. We feel we should believe the polarity between us.
She stopped caring...and started laughing.
What I knew, adored, and fell for was a fantasy. He did not exist in human terms.
Life is wonderful when you're the one to write it.
..plainly put, I loved the way he effortlessly forced my pen to act savagely, to swerve course without warning.
I near felt bad he choose to be so evil. I am a forgiving woman, but my pen... oh my wicked wicked hormonal she-pen.
[Happily broken] arms unlocked. Eyes wide open.Eager. Torn apart. Heart explosive.Fingers composing [Happily broken].Come in, come in. I am ready. I am open.Happy to be open [Happily broken].
She has been trying to pull her worth from him for so long. She has been trying to extract her beauty from his skin. She has been dying to be loved by him again...but he will always leave her empty
Poor Mr. Zum now he was un-fun and had no funs left who wanted to entertain him. What a qerbackle, what an un-fun pickle to be in.
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