You,my everything
by Anonymous-Writer • August 12, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 1 Comment
Before you came, I never thought that I was a little incomplete. You came into my life like a breath of fresh air and saved me from drowning in a whirlpool of my own thoughts. A wanderer by heart, I have always been like the wind, carrying everything with me along the way and destroying
last night
by Anonymous-Writer • August 12, 2016 • To You • 0 Comments
I thought about you. I thought about us kissing hard and me laying you back. You spreading your legs. Your hips moving because you feel it deep the ache. I press my mouth to your inner thighs as you grab my head by my hair. Your saying my name and telling me to taste you.
PUTANG INA MONG BABOY KA
by Anonymous-Writer • August 12, 2016 • Anger • 2 Comments
TANGINA NG CS SANA MAGKA-LUNG CANCER SI GAGA. NANANADYA PA AMPUTA!!! KALA NIYA NAMAN BOSS SIYA. HOY TABA! PUTANG INA MO! SARAP TUSUKIN NG PWET MO AT ITAPAT SA APOY TANGINA KA LANGYA KA AKALA MO SAYO UMIIKOT ANG MUNDO! MINOLESTIYA KA SIGURO NUNG BATA KA, O INIWAN NG BOYPREN MO. EH PANO KA NAMAN
Tell Me.
by Anonymous-Writer • August 12, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 2 Comments
Tell me what it is I’ve done. I deserve to know the truth, despite what you think. Don’t keep me in the dark, because you so desire to hurt me. You believe I lied to you, but I just wonder about what? This situation has been hell. Hell because I want nothing more than for
lets
by Anonymous-Writer • August 12, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 5 Comments
Start fresh! I won’t run if you won’t ;). I love you more than you know. I want you in my life. I respect you and don’t think any bad of you. I do understand and realize why things happened the way they did. I miss you. If you ever want to pursue a relationship
The runner
by Anonymous-Writer • August 12, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Hope • 3 Comments
I have been running so hard for so long, I wonder how much longer I can continue. Always I hear the pursuing beat of footfalls barely a few steps behind me. My pursuer means me no harm, he is me, the version of me past, the one I could no longer be. “Calm down”, he