RawEmotionalSoul

The Memorable Night. He was a stranger, all like the others. Wanted to taste me, all like the others. Couldn't resist him, he had something more. Something that made me want to stop. And stare. At the stars, with him. At the time, with him. Something that made me want to feel. And touch. At his skin, nothing less. At his lips, neverless. He was a pro. Not a bro. Walked, slowly, perfectly, to me. Unbuttoned and unzipped. He did my own strip tease. And layed, on me. His body was warm, his hand were soft. His eyes were blazing, his moves were hungry. When he kissed me, I flew. So high in the sky. And when he stopped, I want

I'm tearing them down, Piece by piece. Let the walls fall, Let the pain increase. I stare my pain in the face, Let it rip me a part. Show what I've always feared, In the depths of my cold heart. I review my lack of care, All the people that I've hurt. When did I become so cold? When did loved ones turn to dirt? What happened to me? Once so loving and kind. When did it get so bad? Did I suddenly lose my mind? I want to trust again, To love and to care, But is the risk to high? Is the cost of pain fair? I realize that it's not. I'm safe within my walls. So much better to be cold, Then to get hurt in the fall.

She is in the pictures, Smiling her toothless grin. What I wouldn't give Not to care again. It was a beautiful and innocent time; She'd never believe That there are poems That don't need to rhyme. I have so many things to tell her-- That Pooh Bear headbands Aren't cool forever (No matter how much cuter they are than Hello Kitty) And she won't love Kim Possible when she's older, And that hearts Break easily-- Even if they're made of gold. I wanna tell her -- Again and again -- Even if she's heard it a thousand times, Even if it's a million, That she should never hurry growing up: Cause when she eventually does.. She'll ke

Love is knowing someone is there for you, Through all the ups and downs. Knowing you can be yourself, And always having them by your side. Love is never having to be alone, Never needing or wanting to leave. Never being needy or unsatisfied, Always being happy with what you already have. Love is a gift that should be shared. Love is a privilage that should be kept. Everyone should have love in their lives, In any shape or form. Love is a treasure.

There is another soul inside of me and I often try my hardest to keep it suppressed. Because the things that it would do to you might leave you a beautiful mess... He'd start by wrapping a leash around your throat; A metal one to show your status as a pet. And he would make you beg at his feet and toes; simply to watch the fabric getting wet. And when he is ready, he would make you his, though this time he wouldn't make the same mistake. He'd control you in the way that you desire, because you were always his to break And that my dear, is how you often remind me of what I really am...

she wears bruises on her heart, and bandages on her arms. she likes to pretend that, nothing with her is ever wrong. but she cant hide the fact, that she will always feel alone. and pretending that she isnt fucked up, is less comforting than actually feeling whole. so lets continue on, and ignore her tear stained cheeks. because even though she says she is okay, she really wants you to open your eyes and see. she wants someone to stop her, and look her in the eye. she wants someone to tell her, to stop living this lie. but so far she is of no importance, and people ignore her cries. i guess no one will care for, little miss