beware... winter is coming.

it happens to the best of us

Mr chicksalot

She is beyond me But my love is pure I have no base desire To her alone i belonged I belong , even if mine She may not be .

sometimes missing someone you loved is the healthiest way to keep them around

I asked my wife you love me still? she rolled her eyes. You snore all night like a belching pig the whole bed shakes like a mighty earthquake. What else can make me stay? It's not that bad I said with

I want to stand beneath the cotton sky and talk about how pretty it is while you sigh over how nice i make you feel. i am only half way there.

Last night, my darling husband made dinner, again. I was in bed but he brought it in, and fed me with it; another cold bowl of lies from the kitchen of deceit that sits on his neck. My husband smelled

Does it seem like you are watching your best years ebbing away like smoke escaping a cigarette forever. Like life is a single task of trying at tying a metre-long rope, round a metre-thick pole. It's one

Does it seem like you are watching your best years ebbing away like smoke escaping a cigarette forever. Like life is a single task of trying at tying a metre-long rope, round a metre-thick pole. It's one

the very moment he stopped wanting me was the very moment i reached for him. i call it new age pursuit, diluted romanticism. i call it uncomfortable, and confusing. i call it, just another thing wrong

Your voice reaches me from a distance Across beaches and sand, seas and waves I wave but never waver. You are my waiver Cut my troubles, Slice my woes Truncate my ills They slip past me like eels leap

The past is immortal Never quite dies Powered on several horcruxes It lives on to haunt you Visiting pain and torture All through the years And if you ain't careful A Pettigrew will wake it up To come

The past is immortal Never quite dies Powered on several horcruxes It lives on to haunt you Visiting pain and torture All through the years And if you ain't careful A Pettigrew will wake it up To come

ask urself this question coz i know i have. Penny for your thoughts

The night you came around you kept knocking, knocking, knocking knocking, knocking, knocking knocking, knocking, knocking knocking, on my door. I begged you to leave and not wake up my street but you kept

every man wants to know if ive written of him. as if putting him in ink somehow solidifies a desire or interest. if they knew me at all they would pray to be left off my page.

For the most part I know which way the wind blows and I for the most part know which way my feelings go but sometimes on some days things change so fast and so sudden that i am left spinning in all sorts

If you don't know what you're searching for you will find it and have no clue at all is what she said to me with moist eyes and a firm mind That Saturday as she walked away. Oh how I shrugged without a

I did things in front of him I made strange noises And said strange things And my body was hot And unkept And he was there Right in front of me Looking back at me With a crooked smile And dancing eyes