Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams
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Victoria Elizabeth Smith (30th September...
I held my breath and opened my eyes to look into the mirror. I was scared, it was the first time doing this since you left. I didn't look right, I didn't look like any kind of winner. It was look the light from my eyes and soul had also left.
Blow Me A Kiss
Oh, my sweet love. That one kiss we shared. It wasn't meant to be, really. but that kiss, my sweet dove..
It's not easy y'know.. Looking inside to think that there's something in there.. hiding away..Just waiting for you to fall. All it'll take is a few more blows.. It'll get what it wants. I can feel it inside. Digging away at it all.I'm trying. I'm not just sitting here sulking.
Things were hard. You broke me. I'm not your toy anymore. Just because our love changed at the end,
We got so close. Even naked. Under the sheets, breathing heavily. You said no, just holding me.
What You Don't Do.
I wake up in the morning in a bit of a rush. Bright red cheeks, full of blush. I expect to see you, so I look my best. But then the rain hits, but none the less.
How Can You See Me As Beautiful?
How can you see me as beautiful? How can anyone? You're eyes are obviously covered by wool. What I really look like, is different to what you see, it's a con..
What is it? What do you think it is? Inside what? Outside what?
Listening. It's the hardest thing for the human to do. Saying you're a good listener means nothing. At least, these days.
I remember a few things. Not a lot. But a few. The things we used to do.
Pictures Of You
My angel. My guardian. My hope. Your picture..
How I've grown
How I've grown. How I've grown to love this thing inside me. It's strange, we hate each other. And yet.. And yet.
Here In Your Arms
I get this strangest tingle at night. Not one you're thinking.. Just a tingle. Like a kiss or a love bite. Just something small, almost like blinking.
Pull pain from my feet. Pull weakness from my ankles. Pull pins and needles from my thighs. Pull lust from my lions.
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Victoria Elizabeth Smith (30th September 2011,10.43pm)
I held my breath and opened my eyes to look into the mirror.
I was scared, it was the first time doing this since you left.
I didn't look right, I didn't look like any kind of winner.
It was look the light from my eyes and soul had also left.
It wasn't that surprising. I just lost my kin.
I couldn't cry when you went away.
Had to keep all those emotions at bay.
I had to stay strong, everyone else needed me today.
Though seeing you there, the way you lay…
My heart broke, in every single type of way.
My breathing stopped, I plainly just forgot how.