Lost Love Lust

Tags: memories

• acquaintance of an asshole.

  She stood on his every word.
  His lips made her a slave to his desire.
  So devious, so confident, and so daring.
  The position was hers. Never did she fall into the category of desiring until she met him.
  A mind fuck all around, he took her strength and played with it like clay in a sculptors palm.
  Her patience [...]

• breathing & remembering.

  A walk among the young, the hallways seem to flicker signs of the future and past.
  The petite couple of birds sing a tune of hurry to the room of redemption, before these years pass, and this skin wilts.
  Looking into the eyes of a friend, the sudden dawning of pointless direction alludes her.
  The mind takes her on a [...]

• freckles & skies.

  A half smile upon her lips, she sighs, the house is empty.
  Could this ever work? A shaded corner of the room sends shivers up her spine, the sole purpose is to lighten the day, the tears fill her eyes as fresh lemonade in a crystal glass.
  She admired the person that told her that he never [...]

• the best times.

  There was a certain time in my life that I consider I had the most fun ever.  
  While in highschool, I could care less what I looked like, who liked me, or what was cool.
  Every tuesday we would sneak into the college parties and dance like there was no tommorow.
  Every thursday we were at the “Retro [...]