Been in the hospital for a while... Because of reasons.
But I'm back now. You won't believe how much I misse the green dA color.
How is everyone?
Poem for youIt seems like it's been a lifetime since I've composed anything for youPoem for you by HITCHICKSFTW
Lately the words don't flow like they used to
In all honesty, mere words will never be enough to express the feelings that run rampant between us two.
What can I say?
How can I express my ever lasting and never ending love for you?
Shall I speak of your enchanting eyes?
I'm afraid I'd rather get lost in them.
Maybe talking of your tempting lips would be simpler?
It's not. That feat is next to impossible when I only want to kiss them.
Perhaps I should praise your silken hair?
I believe I would only be distracted as I curl my fingers through it and take in the intriguing scent that makes my blood warm up.
I think it would be easier to compliment your breathtaking beauty, from you're pretty head to your cute feet. And yet words will never suffice.
How does that sonnet go again...?
How I love thee? Let me count the ways...
But even that written masterpiece doesn't do my strong feelings for you any ju
Saying Good byeSaying goodbyeSaying Good bye by HITCHICKSFTW
"You'd think it would get easier..." You said.
"Doing what?" I asked.
You started crying.
"Saying good bye." You looked down hiding your tears from me.
I chuckled once. It was weak. My throat felt constricted. "You'd think I'd be used to it by now..." I managed to say before I, too, started to cry.
Your voice shook. "I love him."
I didn't look at you. I couldn't. But I knew the truth. "I know."
"I'm sorry--" you began.
I stopped you. "Don't." I took a deep breath and despite my better judgement, despite the fact that I knew you were going to walk down that aisle in a couple of days... Despite the fact that I knew it was wrong and you loved him...
I reached out and took you in my arms. Pressing my lips to yours, I willed it so that you would forever remember whose lips were yours.
"Apologizing does no good here, my love." I mumbled against your lips and and held your face close. Leaning my forehead on yours, I held you for the last time knowing I w
The Mold and her Snail, The King and his PrincessOnce upon a time, there was a beautiful green mold growing in the hardest place you could think of. And with all the hard things around her, she grew stronger and stronger each and every day.The Mold and her Snail, The King and his Princess by HITCHICKSFTW
One day, out of the blue, a bird dropped a snail beside the strong mold.
The Mold was scared, at first.
But as she got to know the snail she bagan to fall in love with him.
See, the snail brought her a sense of protection that she had never felt.
And he talked to her and by slow degrees made her talk a little bit more than she used to do with her moldy family and the rest of her fungi friends.
The snail fell in love with her madly. It was the safest he had ever felt from scary birds trying to make a meal out of him.
She was afraid to love. They were so different, yet so much alike. Without wanting it, she realized that she, too, had fallen in love with him.
They grew closer and each say fell more and more in love. He slept close to her and she began to grow on h
InfinityThe wind kicks up, blowing grass, leaves and straws up in my hair. I can feel my curls tangling, but I could care less if I was honest with myself. I couldn't take my eyes off the stars, waiting impatiently for the familiar blotch of Appa's shadow to block out the view.Infinity by ChelsM3
I sigh and slide down the trunk of a huge oak tree until my butt hit the ground. The moon illuminated the expanse of the ground as I looked over the rolling hills, hoping something would take my mind away from the worry and anxiety that was waiting in the conscious part of my brain.
Drawing my knees up to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my legs and bury my face into my knees. I sigh and shiver as the chill climbs. I wish he would get back already. I just needed to see his face, his beautiful scarred face that told secrets of a hidden past.
I needed to see his golden eyes, so rich and luxurious, roam over my face and body. I needed to see the thirst and the lust cloud those precious jewels as he pulled me to him. I ch