In a low bed; I was once enchanted with your sugared whispers and hard candy eyes. I was bewitched with your electric touch your static breath It was enough to make me spiral. You let me fall in circles so many circles and you let me call you darling And I could feel my eyes beating themselves against your body My lips shivered and swelled beneath your skin You let me think that I was ...
... ... Do I regret going to Driver's ed this week? ... No. Not at all. It was awesome. And now I have to collapse on my bed. Because I got a headache from all the action . It's times like these I'm kinda glad I don't have a roomie.
Previous Oceans Traversed Swimming in a lowbed Your hair was a fillagree net floating about your face Keeping you closed and far away. I fingered my shotgun, oil-clean, ... the droplets still mourning, Falling off your skin as we rose Like one - memories of being conjoined Staring in a low bed. You were the wanton water-cat, coveted I embraced my gun close to my chest So it could hear my heart. ...
... revel in the night and wake with nothing of delight. A playful heart did bless the dark in tender dreams growing less stark with ev'ry moment waning since my wakefulness did cause this whince... and in a lowbed , bound for nothing, I listen to earthen hosts sing about this prison's false decor lest I forget the night before and how the sun is grey when seen with knowledge of a moonlit scene.
This is a paragraph from something I'm working on. It's also an extension of a story I posted a couple of days ago. Jake woke in a low bedsurrounded by darkness, the faint light of dawn shining across his face. Shivering slightly he tried to sit up, only to find that he lacked the strength for such a simple task. A shooting pain was making its way through every muscle, and even the ...
... ever met; he hated to see her reduced to this. He approached the bed just as Alfred reached the doorway, pity writing new lines on his ... a lavish sitting room. Alfred, God bless him, had made a makeshift bed in front of the blazing fire, ensuring that Ms. Dawes would be ... seemed to whisper her name, a young woman sleeping in a low bed at the foot of the hearth. Her fever had cooled somewhat, and ...
...t take pathetic to well. It distasteful to lie and not try. It makes my stomach turn And about it I won’t lie. But criticism seems to burn him, Though it’s something I would ask for. Hopeless in a low bed he lies, While I’m tugging at the door. He twist my mind. He makes me ill. He scares me With his lack of will. Can’t he just try a little, Just bandage a few un-cleaned cuts. Why is...
...t take pathetic to well. It distasteful to lie and not try. It makes my stomach turn And about it I won’t lie. But criticism seems to burn him, Though it’s something I would ask for. Hopeless in a low bed he lies, While I’m tugging at the door. He twist my mind. He makes me ill. He scares me With his lack of will. Can’t he just try a little, Just bandage a few un-cleaned cuts. Why is...
...of the HP house colors. At all. >.> I've felt so loopy and energetic all day, and about ten minutes ago I just... crashed. Not literally, in a falling down way, but I ate lunch and then went "hmm, bed sounds really good right about now". I have no idea what to do about my paper. I feel like a failure. THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN ON FANDOM SECRETS . And I wouldn't be surprised if one...
