The darkness always brings forth such fear.
Though to turn on a light one must reach into the night, my dear.
To see the beauty within you and me one must embrace our thoughts even as they begin darkening.
Always remember it will be alright if you can step into the night and turn on the light.
I may just love you to pieces
Then put you back together so you may see the beauty I see when you look at me.
I would love it if you would link back to me so I may see what has come of this prompt being. Enjoy!
She sipped her tea, licked her numb lips with her tingling tongue then looked right through me.
With a loaded gun look aimed right at me, she winked. My heart stopped for I knew right then and there the fun had just begun.
A caged wind creates for others such lovely whispers then turning within destroys itself in silent screams.
The sane always lurk among the insane.
And they say we are the ones playing games…
My attempt at a riddle… have fun.
Why is it so hard
So hard to be accepting of
Is it because we see predetermined discrepancies from the people who made you and me?
Is it because we do not match the photoshopped beauties we see on tv?
Is it because we constantly hear the whispers of society, whispering we are nothing.
Perhaps it is because we are made of stars yet trapped in a flesh that so easily scars.
As the stars collide he slips inside.
No, not into a black hole but into her soul
Chaos gives way to her being insane spinning out of control.
Still, there is much to gain if he can see through the pain as she dances in the rain.