I can't do it. I can't do what's right.
When you are stuck between doing what you want to do and say and what you feel is right.
My love is like a delicious red rose,
Dangerous but intoxicating,
Poisonous yet beautifully alluring,
Throwing irresistible daggers across the frozen red beat,
Irreplaceable, irrevocable, irremediable.
{d.r.}
"Who knew we'd be writing our own modern, crazy fairytale?
"No one," he murmured, kissing my cheek.
"Because the best love stories are never merely just written - they are lived."
- Ninya Tippett
Dear Darling,
I think that I
May just be
Addicted to
You.
I think that I
May just be
Addicted to
You.
My condition
Is called
Vacillation
You see.
I can't simply
Love or Hate
You.
And
The cause of
My condition
Is simply,
The presence of
Me and You.
{d.r.}
Beneath the jungles of my soul,
Vast and wide,
Filled with suffocating emotions,
Disturbed and confused.
There lies a little girl,
With her reflection,
There,
With her soul bare,
Deserted and destroyed.
{d.r.}
