It's not something found in fiction books
Nor only in skin level looks
Not the star of lovers crossed
And not worth my life lost
It's not something found in fiction books
Nor only in skin level looks
Not the star of lovers crossed
And not worth my life lost
The Inferior Complexities of Being a Front Spoon
I’m a front Spoon
But I desperately want
To be a back spoon
I want to be a care giver
Not a care taker
love love the doves
to love the loves
the loves to love
love the loves love
to love the doves
the doves to love
love the loves love
to love the doves
the loves to love
love love the doves
A 2nd attempt at Life After Death. After Jack's death, Officer Lowe teaches Rose that life goes on even after death.
Love appeared like an emerging flower
Blooming like a flush on a maidens cheek
Beneath the sun on the Isle of Wight
Faded sky
Hidden sun
starts to rain on
Shiver with cold
all claps ended
everyone gone
became lonely
me, and my thoughts became always lonely...
On the hill top with you, I couldn't pick any color stone and pluck even a fruit.Nature has been completing its painting from the brush which producing golden sunshine.When your hair
as in teenagers the kiss of
youthful delight
Beneath the sun on the Isle of Wight
To be a special love
It should fit like a glove
A long ago world
In days of innocence
And a wondrous summer
ONE SPECIAL DANCE
Across a crowded room I see her glance
my way briefly, but should I chance
to ask her for one special dance
so we might relight our romance
Titanic Fanfic
After Jack's death, Rose refused to think that she could live without him. But Officer Lowe teaches her that life goes on, even after death....
Okay, so this is a bit of a warning. This chapter is a little explicit. I have no idea how readers will interpret this chapter, so let me know if you guessed what was happening. Thanks, Bev.
As it turned out, Sal's least sexy nightie was nothing close to not being sexy. Nick was facing trouble.
Sal finished her glass of wine, placed it on the table in front of them and rested her head back on Nick's shoulder.
The meadow slept under white icy blankets. He took me out on a date for the first time on a cold night