snowballinhell

In case any of you were wondering (which I doubt as the only person who commented was Telepathboy), the bold words in my previous journal were not lyrics, nor were they stolen from someone else. They were all mine Telepathboy has inspired me to write again, for which I thank him kindly. I just need to get my writing juices flowing again after having been dormant for nearly 18 years

I'm tired, I have blisters and I'm off to bed. I'll update more tomorrow when I can actually think straight. But for now, for anyone that wants one, here's a *spank*

Smooches
Michelle xx
********************************************************************
Updated: Telepathboy has already seen this as I posted it in his journal a few days ago. More writing by me:

Hollow eyes, a weary smile
She sits and looks around
Nothing is familiar yet
She recognizes the pain

Why did he have to go
and leave her hanging here
hanging by the unseen thread
of a hopefulness now broken

She looks up and across the room
She wonders why she's here
It's not her home, her place to be
So why does it all seem right

She never really knew him
Yet she did know him
She knew his weaknesses and
she understood his desires

All she ever wanted in return was his soul

Not amazing I'll grant you, but not bad for something I wrote at midnight