Run The World.Watch the sun sink beneath the sea, while the moon takes the sky and wear the stars as your blanket. Every footstep kissed and forgotten in the tide. Every problem coaxed away with the gentle caress of the breeze.
Resilience.
~jadedcharlotte
Molten Honey.Newest
Revenant.Take me as you always have,Revenant.
claim me, as only you know how; your vicious grasp ensnaring all resolve.
Lie to me, no sugar coat; your coercion engrossing all restraint, the sweet decay of severance.
Break me, in just that way you can, retaining every punctuated sense; so vividly tortuous.
Deprave every last stitch,
every glimmer I recklessly permitted; hope was never more than your illusion.
Hold me here, your captive, a slave to every whim; a signature to your exquisite agony.
You're nothing more than just a fragment
by ~jadedcharlotte
Withered Nostalgia. I wrote you a letter, once. In an irrational state of mind, no less straight from my heart. A heart I’d thought was incapable of emotion, at least it had been for quite some time. I didn’t think I’d feel that way again, or even anything similar to that way, again. I didn’t want to. I convinced myself that I wasn’t ready, that I was just fooling myself, that these feelings had to be something else, something different, anything but what they were.Withered Nostalgia.
In your presence, I wore a facade. A mask that hid these feelings, the way you made my heart pitter-patter,
by ~jadedcharlotte
Sovereign Decent Coercion; these remnants of a beating heart, an absolute betrayal of the vignette lain on my frozen flesh, advancing dismally, their arduous task a defined determination. Offer exemption, grant me the sanity that threatens existence; bear me exclusion as I cannot fain the consequence of such an intrusion. Bourne, this hole preceding each stagnant memory, an obituary; your hollowed signature a masked rSovereign Decent
by ~jadedcharlotte
Palace Coup Words posed as a symphony, a dire consequence; a mimicry of temptation, pleading with destruction. The portrait of emotion, lost interpretation;Palace Coup
tragedy paints the brush stroked horizon.
A crimson marriage, reflecting on a tainted canvas, a fraudulent promise; one touch that left me reeling. Linger, falter as I have, lost among a serenade; deliver me from this sto
by ~jadedcharlotte
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