DakotaSunsaray

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Joined: November 7, 2013
Last Seen: 8 years
user id: 374478
Gender: F

Quotes by DakotaSunsaray

It was that man's smile that made my life worth while. It was seeing that man jump through the snow, it was listening to that man's stories of what once was. It was the way that man made love to me, held me before and after. It was the way that man's face lit up when he saw me. It was the way that man would sream the lyrics to his favorite song, or bash on his steering wheel when he heard a nice drum beat. It was the way that man would look down at me before pulling me in to steal a kiss. It was the smirk that ran across his face when he said something sly, and the way that the same smirk turned so easily to an innocent smile. It was the way he loved me, and the way I never noticed that he treated me like a princess. I hurt him, and now he's too far gone to feel. He says he needs time, but he's truly leaving. He's leaving, and by the time he takes the first step out the door, there will be no love left. Only pain. The part that hurts the most is knowing that I'm the reason that that smile he would so proudly wear is gone. He still smiles at other girls, still smiles at jokes, but there's nothing in his eyes. There's nothing there.
And it hurts more to think that you drive until you can't find your way home with her...
I don't care if you kiss in the rain or dance to a slow song.
How could you bring her to our place or let her sit in my spot while you forget who I am....
 She danced around on the stage like a fairy in a velvet sequined dress. Her toes on blocks of wood, her body flowing in harmony with slow beats of the orchestra. Her hair was pinned back, and she felt beautiful. She spun around, everyone watching, spotting a beautiful boy placed in the back of the audience. He stared breathlessly at her.  Not only could you see how determined and soft she was, but you could see a flood of mystery in the way she leaped. A man approaches her from the dark of what's behind the curtain. She jumped into his strong arms without hesitation, perfectly on time. They were one piece of beautiful art, but the boy in the back of the room didn't see it that way. He only saw the love of his life in the arms of a strong man.
He looked down at his phone, and then looked away, mumbling another lie about needing to go home. I sat on the stiff grass that lined the sidewalk of  busy road in a dull town. A few cars passed, stopping and turning exactly where they had intended to. I brought my fingers up to my mouth and slowly moved them across my own lips. He touched the back of my neck and asked what was bothering me. "Nothing," I snarled back at him with more force than intended. His eyes widened wth fear. "You know, you're a terrible liar, Ash." He whispered. I quickly stood up and looked at him. His beautiful eyes traced the outline of my body curiously before falling to my hands. He looked at my hands a lot. The ones he had kissed and held a thousand times without it ever meaning anything. The ones that had explored every portion of his body which meant everything. "So are you," I screeched back. I hugged him, but it wasn't like the usual hugs I gave him. It was a hug that meant "If tonight is the night that ends everything, then I want this moment to mean something." I pulled away, but his lips drew me back in, as usual. Then the most passionate kiss I had ever felt began. Our lips closed around each other like doors opening and closing. Soft lips brushed the surface of my nose and pressed tight against my forehead. His hands, the ones I had glanced at a million times, ran up and down my arms. He lit a cigarette and puffed on it for a few moments without saying a word. I watched him exhale thin lines of smoke and pretend he was focused on something behind me so that I would stop looking at him. He wanted me to forget that he was a liar. He wanted me to brush it off, because he knew that I knew. And yet I stayed there in that moment. When he was finished with his cigarette, he flicked it into my yard, which he didn't normally do. He brushed my cheek and kissed me. I watched his small, beautiful silhouette disappear into the dark of the street. Headlights blazed bright and his engine tore apart the silence like a demon sent straight from hell. He was terribly evil, and something about the fact that I was so good made me stay around. And I am still around. Will I ever want to leave?
She tugged on his hand for a minute, and he finally looked up at her with tears in his eyes. Her hands moved from one part of his body to another, his chest rising and falling. Their bodies touched in a few places, but not in a sexual way. In a friendly, honest way. Knees slightly touching, palms caressing soft skin. His lips brushed her cheek and his tears stained her flesh. The light damp tears turned into a flood of emotion. Her arms reached out to embrace him, but his energy pushed her away like a magnet stronger than the gravitational force of the planet. The ground shook with anger, because as much as the universe tried to bring them together, they constantly tore each other apart.
 I don't even need a label for us. I don't care what we are, I'm just happy that you're finally here in my arms
We danced in the snow, running around and jumping through it like dogs. We held hands and occasionally our eyes met, but what truly mattered was that we were together finally. I spun around in my brand new dress feeling quite magical. And then I heard his voice sing out "you're gorgeous." My face turned bright red, but he probably couldn't tell because he was too busy kissing my frozen, broken lips. And that was my night.
I am a girl, but I am not human. I am a fish afraid to swim. I'm floating hopelessly in my own slowly decaying mind. I can't grasp any bit of air, but do I truly need to? I am evil, but I am not human. I am a force much stronger. With one thought I can destroy you, and trust me, I'm not afraid to do so. If only you could see the true me. I'm tired of this human body. I have gills, I have fins. I have long whiskers and sharp teeth. I am a mermaid, but not in the way most expect. I'm meant to be quiet and feminine, but I will crush anything that stands in my path. I have never dodged an obstacle. I've walked through them all. I do not fear the dark, only because I am the shadows that lay within in.
We both know this is wrong, but we're too afraid to say it.
Oh God, where do I begin? Everything you do -everything WE do- makes me lose it. I'm falling so hard so fast, and this adrenaline is making the trip down great. All of the signs are telling us this is wrong, but who cares? You do, of course. I hate speaking for other people, and I'm so cynical, but I keep thinking "Just maybe he wants to be with me too." I don't care what you wear, or what you drive. I care about what's really going on up there in that mysterious head. I care about the way that you see me through those beautiful eyes. I care about the way you're oh so passionate about what you do. You're silly and you're sexy, and all I know is that no matter what,  I want to be right next to you.