“i think you need to dream, sweetheart. just sleep.”

the sweetest moments are those that await you in the morning – the fading yet pleasant memories of dreams dissipating into consciousness…
sweet dreams. [goodnight, my angel]

“i’ll follow the sun…”

One day you’ll look to see I’ve gone
For tomorrow may rain,
so I’ll follow the sun

Some day you’ll know I was the one
But tomorrow may rain,
so I’ll follow the sun

And now the time has come
and, my love, I must go
And though I lose a friend
In the end you will know, oh

One day you’ll find that I have gone
But tomorrow may rain,
so I’ll follow the sun
But tomorrow may rain,
so I’ll follow the sun

And now the time has come
and, my love, I must go
And though I lose a friend
In the end you will know, oh

One day you’ll find that I have gone
But tomorrow may rain,
so I’ll follow the sun

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“wait…. i don’t love you like they love you.”

wait.

i don’t love you like they love you.

i musn’t care. you know me telling you that i do is meaningless.
what’s a few years anyway? it’s not like relationships mean much. we totally can’t remain friends because we’re obviously not ready to make such a commitment to being human.

i obviously don’t love you nearly as much as they love you. it’s apparent because i don’t rip off my clothes for you. or make you sandwiches. or wear 5 inch heels. i will if you will but you won’t because you think you look like a beanpole and hate being tall.

you are not a snowflake. you are not unique and different. you are not going to keep ruining me. i won’t let you.

all this aside, being without you makes me feel half dead inside. and knowing that you think that i don’t love you like they love you is shredding my very essence. by the time you decide to turn around, i’ll be gone.
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fully equipped

I’m sending you
telepathic, repetitious, subtle subliminal messages.
Is it working?
Have I quietly made you believe
I am everything that you need, indeed.
I mean what’s not to love about me?
My insecurity, my arrogance, my dramatics.
Wait, rewind that’s not what I meant.
I mean what’s not to love about me?
My confidence, my intellect,
my soft juicy voluptuous lips,
I know you’ll go crazy when I kiss your hips,
the way I use my tongue ring
to do those little tricks,
I won’t get to specific,
because I already know
deep, deep, deep, inside of me,
I am indeed everything that you need.
And should you come to any other conclusion,
it’s definitely due to your own confusion
because when I send you these
telepathic, repetitious,subtle, subliminal, messages
it’s for your own good.
Because for a limited time only
I am offering you the amazing offer of
happiness with me.
Fully equipped with love and dedication,
Intellectual conversation,
and physical stimulation.
(Sorry cooking and cleaning is not included)
Offer is for a limited time so act NOW! NOW!
Now hear this my precious
I’m sending you
telepathic, repetitious, subtle, subliminal messages.
Can you hear me?
Do you fear me?
I can’t seem to captivate you for long,
a moment or two
and I think I’ve left an impression on you
Tell me what do I have to do
to leave a permanent imprint upon your soul?
Is this real?
The way that I feel,
or have I created my own private fairy tale
where you are my king.
I desire inspiration
yet, I can never seem to find a destination
and I am exhausted from continually repressing
Myself.
If I sit really pretty with out a sound
and raise my hand,
would you pick me?
I desperately want to stand out front
but I sit quietly,
with my arms at my side
and I let my opportunities pass me by.
Do I fear you?
Is that the real truth?
Have I been sabotaging my own bliss?
because these days
it seems like it’s hit or miss.
And, I know how to pull you in,
and I know how to push you out,
pull you in,
push you out,
pull you in,
and push you out…
of my heart.
But for the record,
every time we part
I’m always thinking about you.
So if I say I’m a believer in destiny,
than I have to believe
if we are meant to be,
it will be.
But in the mean time
I’m going to continue sending you,
telepathic, repetitious, subtle, subliminal messages.
Hope you call on your higher consciousness,
that receives E.S.P
and helps you start to believe
that you love me,
love me,
love me,
do you? do you?
do you?
do
you
do,
you do!
You do…love me.

-Bridget Gray

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shakespeare’s sonnet number twenty-three

SONNET 23
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O’ercharged with burden of mine own love’s might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.

William Shakespeare.

you shit gold.

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