Everybody expects you to fall in love, I just want you to be prepared.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.

Everybody expects you to fall in love, I just want you to be prepared.

In her dreams time would stop in a place of emptiness of every unfulfilled wish, and every unspoken word.

Everything hurt - her heart, her head, her soul.

I have too much desire unfulfilled. I couldn't stand being a passing fancy... and you weren't having any of me.

Her heart was struggling to smile, if only I had not loved the wrong guy.

Maybe I am not good enough, that's the thought that haunts.

Some were magically attracted to men selfish and blind to how love truly felt.

For a fleeting instant she flashed her hidden depths concealed inside her, and he saw that distant look as if she had lost something.

Beneath the pain was a woman who could write like that.

I simply am dying of love.
