Young LustIf only you could hear the words I write.Young Lust by SheerFrost22
Everyday is pleasurable agony. I look into your eyes with lust. It is the equivalent of an arrow through my heart when the words you speak are absent of love.
What are words for?
Everyday I risk it all to be next to you. I feel like I'm on top of a mountain when I'm by your side. But you don't understand what I want.
When no one listens anymore...
We have been friends for so long. Right from the start, I knew you were different. My love is like a flame. It burns slowly, but never dies, only increasing in intensity. Other flames have burned brighter and faster, but they all have been put out. Your flame carries on.
If I could hold your hand, I'd feel like the luckiest man in the world. If I could wrap my arms around you, I'd think it was all a dream. If I could kiss you, I'd feel an ecstasy I'd never be able to repeat.
But here's the heartbreak. It's just me. I'm all alone. I have hinted it to you so many times! When I talk to you, it's like I'm
Securing FreedomI will give you some very good advice right here.Securing Freedom by SheerFrost22
Hang on to the little things in life. Their value will flourish over time.
It's an annual thing.
We come, we go, we don't eat at all.
It's a highlight of the youth season.
But let me tell you I did NOT see this coming.
It's strange how nature works.
If it had not rained that day, this never would have happened.
Just a quick departure to the location of the genesis.
All things happen for a reason.
Sometimes it's predictable.
Sometimes it's magic.
Not a lot to choose from.
I take what's best.
For me and my friend.
It was going to be the two of us.
I leave the room for half an hour
and we have a third party member.
It's the opposite of a problem!
This third man has welcomed himself into my box.
This may a decision he values for the rest of his life.
The man who has just joined me, I look up to everyday.
His words are quotes, a true inspiration to us all.
And his attitude towards life is be positive, keep moving.
The Killer And The DriverThe killer walks silently down the road.The Killer And The Driver by SheerFrost22
Middle of night.
His mind is squirming with thoughts.
His pant legs are soaked.
Shoes scuffed from the pavement.
A revolver in his left hand.
A briefcase in his right.
The vivid glaze of yellow surfaces the highway.
A truck quickly driving his direction.
It sees the killer.
This truck will not reach its location.
The killer stares straight ahead.
Eyes fixated on a location unreachable to man.
The truck slows and pulls to a stop.
Would you like a ride?
The moon is a jewel thrown into the sky.
Its light is a canvas to creation.
The killer focuses on the road ahead.
Not a word.
The generous driver asks for a location.
He asks for a name.
The driver takes no nonsense.
No destination? No ride.
The slightest smile comes across the killer's face.
He reveals his revolver.
The driver's face is drained of expression.
Cold steel meets an unfortunate heart.
The killer laughs, his thirst for deat