I have to wonder; why am I thinking of you so much lately? Even as I ask that question I know the answer.
You gave me back my hope.
What exactly caused it to return? Was it when you said
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
- with a smile that made it seem like you knew everything, even the one secret I've kept so carefully hidden?
Or maybe it was those teasing eyes of yours. I'm still so marveled by their remarkable beauty that I stare at them longer than I should, and this time, it felt like you gazed back.
Regardless of the reason, you pushed me off a cliff I was climbing up, just when I was nearing the summit.
Perhaps this time, I
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MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS
INFORMATION ABOUT MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS:
Causes, incidence, and risk factors
Multiple sclerosis (MS) affects women more than men. The disorder is most commonly diagnosed between ages 20 and 40, but can be seen at any age.
MS is caused by damage to the myelin sheath, the protective covering that surrounds nerve cells. When this nerve covering is damaged, nerve signals slow down or stop.
The nerve damage is caused by inflammation. Inflammation occurs when the body's own immune cells attack the nervous system. This can occur along any area of the brain, optic nerve, and spinal cord.
It is unknown what exactly causes this to happen. The most co
When I'm without you,
I feel so alone inside,
Theres nothing I can do,
Theres nowhere I can hide,
What can I say?
You're my shining star,
Night or day,
Near or far,
I need to know,
What we're going to do,
Cause I want to show,
That I truely love you,
Remember my name,
Hear the beat of my heart,
When you're gone I'm not the same,
I start falling apart,
So keep me safe,
Within your arms,
Protect me always,
From hate and harm...
Graveyard Melody
The spirits drift over the graveyard
They are caught in a magic spell
The musician plays the cello
And the spirits start a melancholic dance
The music is both beautiful and haunting
The spirits remember days past
And tears run from their eyes
They start sobbing
As the music reaches its climax
The spirits form a ring around the graveyard
And start to chant in unison
The sound gets louder and louder
The villagers can hear the chanting in their dreams
The whole area is alive with music
Then the music slows and comes to a finale
The spirits are silent once more
The musician has enchanted them for a brief moment
The Bleeding heart by Phantom-Alchemist, literature
Literature
The Bleeding heart
The bleeding heart,
Whose wounds will not heal,
Whose pain just won't cease,
Whose cuts never seal.
The lost soul,
In her story she has no part.
Forever she'll search,
For her lost, bleeding heart.
The bleeding heart,
And it's trail of red blood,
Will wonder the earth,
Through stone and through mud.
The lost soul
will wonder, not seen by the eye,
But not far away,
More lost souls follow by.
The bleeding heart,
And it's thick trail of red,
Holds words left unwritten,
And things never said.
The lost soul,
Will never find,
Her lost bleeding heart,
She has no feelings, she doesn't mind.
The bleeding heart,
Has touched ma
I cut myself to make me bleed,
To try and take away some of the pain
Of this bittersweet life that I lead,
Dull the ache, deep within my brain.
I'm not really sure I want to die,
Its merely a way to deal with my inner being.
As hard as I want to break down and cry,
The tears wont come, and I end up retreating.
Back to my silence, my thoughts, my dreams,
Wishing everything was as perfect as it seems.
~me
I want him..
His eyes, gazing warmly into mine
The soft touch of his hand, as he brushes my cheek
Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me close
His kisses, so gentle yet so hungry
I want his mornings, and his nights
His body next to mine as we sleep
His face to be the first I see when I awake
I want to full fill his desires, his needs
All his wants, be apart of his dreams
I want to dance with him in the moonlight
And make love to him under the stars
Share our lives, where two become one
My heart beats with love for him
And aches because I cant touch him
I want to stand with him, and be proud hes mine
I want to an
I Want Your Love, Not Your Sex by Kitz-the-Kitsune, literature
Literature
I Want Your Love, Not Your Sex
It's like watching the world behind
an observational mirror.
Crushes. Relationships. Sex. Marriage. Attraction.
Curious,
it all seems to be.
I think you're beautiful. So beautiful.
hot
A sharp pain travels through my body as we go.
All these hours of walking up and down the city streets are making me weak.
Lost in my thoughts, almost ready to faint, I just keep going,
running miles in empty lanes.
I slowly doze off again as the moonlight hits the ground,
a bright reflection shining on our faces.
We just walk and walk, no talking, unable to break the ice.
All of this, the city, the lights, the moon,
they seem so enchanting, peaceful.
My head slowly tilts towards him, minute by minute.
As we touch, I can feel a jolt.
He turns around, looking at me deep in the eyes,
holding my hands in his.
He points at a bench just right o