I rented your skin To place my heart in
Ruby Winters
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I rented your skin To place my heart in
Ruby Winters
We once knew love I know this because I would choose a moment with you Than a life time with anyone else
Ruby Winters
I’m 17 and know jeans are more acceptable than skirts I shouldn’t wear skirts Boys are tempted by skirts Men Are unable to control themselves Around girls in skirts Society told me, when I was 14 That Skirts are a woman’s way of saying yes when she wasn’t awake to say no
Ruby Winters
I’ve been kissing strangers And they all taste just like you How am I supposed to love again? When, I’m still in love with you
Ruby Winters
For how long can you hold someone's hand because it feels good, not because you love them?
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feeling
there is some music that makes you want to dance in your car like a fool or sing in your shower like a blissfully ignorant child but there are songs that make you want to sit down and think. they make one sit down and write because the writer has to tell the world of those notes that vibrates in their insides. there is no scientific explanation for the emotions connected with music. no graphs or charts to explain passion intertwined with a certain delicate touch that can drive a man to tears. no, there is no reasoning. there is no explanation. and how beautiful is that? for the passion behind the music does not need to be dissected, but simply...felt. and that is why I'm here. because of a song. because I felt. I felt good things even though I shed a tear. yet it was filled with ecstasy. a happiness that filled my inside and forced me to write. oh how I've misses that drive. that presence that just forced my hand to hit the page and write and write and write. I've missed my words. they've been failing me lately. but here....between the worlds of redemption and strength ... I find my words.
I miss sex
Oncoming
Truth to the heart is the most difficult achievement,
When you let love vibrate and reverberate
The world's axis spins on opened eyes
The all consuming notion that hope is in it's forthcoming
The animal inside takes it for all its worth
Love the gift of an Almighty
Imminent and real it spears to the floor and drags us back onto the battlefield
Ready for more it surges-
Siren songs float on tiny wings and an approachable sense of security
You couldn't smell it in the air
Resistance is futile