5:09 pm
Love Hurts #101
She rubs you like silk leaving you shattered like broken glass.
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
Monday, August 31, 2015
Love Hurts #101
August 30, 2015
5:09 pm
Love Hurts #101
She rubs you like silk leaving you shattered like broken glass.
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
5:09 pm
Love Hurts #101
She rubs you like silk leaving you shattered like broken glass.
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
Maybe...
August 30, 2015
9:54 pm
Maybe...
Maybe we'll grow
Maybe we'll flow
Maybe we'll dance
Maybe this romance
Maybe this time
Maybe you'll stay mine
Maybe our dreams
Won't be shadowed by stream
Maybe we'll whisper
Broken seams as I kiss her
Maybe you'll forgive
The past where it is
Maybe you'll blame
Everyone's not the same
Maybe we'll fly
Over the storm to the sky
Maybe we will
Maybe we won't
Ignore the negative
Forget the don'ts
Maybe I'll hold on
I'm losing my grip
Like an incomplete song
Maybe I'll cry
River crystal tears
Lamented heart goodbye
Maybe you're right
You're not worst the fight
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe the pain to strong
Maybe I'm just foolish
Maybe you're just a wish
Maybe I'm not the one
Because maybe is indefinite
So maybe is never done
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
9:54 pm
Maybe...
Maybe we'll grow
Maybe we'll flow
Maybe we'll dance
Maybe this romance
Maybe this time
Maybe you'll stay mine
Maybe our dreams
Won't be shadowed by stream
Maybe we'll whisper
Broken seams as I kiss her
Maybe you'll forgive
The past where it is
Maybe you'll blame
Everyone's not the same
Maybe we'll fly
Over the storm to the sky
Maybe we will
Maybe we won't
Ignore the negative
Forget the don'ts
Maybe I'll hold on
I'm losing my grip
Like an incomplete song
Maybe I'll cry
River crystal tears
Lamented heart goodbye
Maybe you're right
You're not worst the fight
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe the pain to strong
Maybe I'm just foolish
Maybe you're just a wish
Maybe I'm not the one
Because maybe is indefinite
So maybe is never done
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
Thursday, August 27, 2015
You
August 27, 2015
8:05 am
You
You
You
And then
There's you
The scent of you
The beauty of you
And you
I love
I desire
I need
I breathe
It's you
No one else
You
And you
It's true
Just you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
8:05 am
You
You
You
And then
There's you
The scent of you
The beauty of you
And you
I love
I desire
I need
I breathe
It's you
No one else
You
And you
It's true
Just you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
Tag You're It
August 27, 2015
11:17am
Tag You're It
Tag
You're it
It your turn
To dream
Caress
Hold
And
Take it
It's your turn
To be
Loved
Needed
Wanted
And
Kissed
It's your turn
To feel
Happy
Comforted
Smile
And
Complete
It's your turn
Embrace it
Crave it
Drink it
And
Wake up
In it
It's you're turn
For
Love
Tag
You're it
It's you're turn
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
11:17am
Tag You're It
Tag
You're it
It your turn
To dream
Caress
Hold
And
Take it
It's your turn
To be
Loved
Needed
Wanted
And
Kissed
It's your turn
To feel
Happy
Comforted
Smile
And
Complete
It's your turn
Embrace it
Crave it
Drink it
And
Wake up
In it
It's you're turn
For
Love
Tag
You're it
It's you're turn
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
Thinking Forever
August 27, 2015
3:19 pm
Thinking Forever
I've been thinking about forever
Of what is to be
That has not become
Yet
The wind stands still
Letting me breathe the air
That was meant to be
I've been thinking about forever
As love has me singing
You in the marrow of my soul
Thinking about forever
With the sound of your voice
I dance
And
Dance
Thinking about forever
With you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
3:19 pm
Thinking Forever
I've been thinking about forever
Of what is to be
That has not become
Yet
The wind stands still
Letting me breathe the air
That was meant to be
I've been thinking about forever
As love has me singing
You in the marrow of my soul
Thinking about forever
With the sound of your voice
I dance
And
Dance
Thinking about forever
With you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
Sunday, August 23, 2015
My Intentions
August 23, 2015
12:22 pm
My intentions
Let it feel the comforts of laying down in clouds and hearing the concertos of a hummingbird whispers as it sings at early dawn
I want to give you the illusion of love caressing your skin while I create this magical dream of you and I hand in hand laughing as the breeze tickles our feet along the shore
Come
Allow me to hold you in the beginning of spring while cherry blossoms show us how beautiful we can spread of love to each other
Let's take this ride of steamed perfect summers climbing through evergreen forests and white sand beaches.
Kiss me when fall appears as the colors paint new moments remembered
As we splash this canvas with passion
Make love to me under the shaded window covered in snow as the screams and subdued moans leak from my pillows
I maintain the ideal of you needing to be a wiling hostage in this crisis for love
The appeal to be held captive as I fight to keep you
My intentions are you
With every thought that passes in me
Let my thoughts be of how I can love you more
With every movement I make
Let each step to bring me closer to you
With every touch
With every song
I yearn for you to be there
Let my intentions be the reality my steps reflect
As I walk in love with you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
Monday, August 17, 2015
(Unhealthy Love) My My My
August 17, 2015
8:15 am
(Unhealthy Love)
My My My
My hands are weary
From caressing your distant memories covered in window
Pained glass.
My ears are numb hearing the
Thunderstorm in the heartache of your cry
My back carries the loaded bags
Stuffed with mangled dreams and twisted thoughts down the road to nowhere.
My eye bleed from the blind side blows to the gut and face pretending can't erase black and blue of you
My My My,
What type of life
You live
Where we learn to forgive
And
Ignore
The core
Of your own needs
Your mental abyss
Crowded with secret hells
Deplorable smells
As you regurgitate the pits
Of what was your
Loving relationship
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
8:15 am
(Unhealthy Love)
My My My
My hands are weary
From caressing your distant memories covered in window
Pained glass.
My ears are numb hearing the
Thunderstorm in the heartache of your cry
My back carries the loaded bags
Stuffed with mangled dreams and twisted thoughts down the road to nowhere.
My eye bleed from the blind side blows to the gut and face pretending can't erase black and blue of you
My My My,
What type of life
You live
Where we learn to forgive
And
Ignore
The core
Of your own needs
Your mental abyss
Crowded with secret hells
Deplorable smells
As you regurgitate the pits
Of what was your
Loving relationship
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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