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Sanctuary


Author: tripsonme23
ASL Info:    24/M/Seattle
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Sanctuary



Let down once more by a so called "friend", to the untrained ear silence surrounds. For her cries are silent as are her tears that hit the cold damp floor.

The collective puddle represents so many times hurt and forgotten, in a world of liars and tricksters, her quest for the one she can entrust her heart, soul, body, mind and very life, exhaustingly drags on.

With all the attention she draws, whether for who she is within, or her beauty deep as skin, a person of substance hasn't been foud. Each would be suitor trying to worm his way in, disreguard's her feelings, making suffer again and again.

The reason? A mystery, a riddle unsolved, to those who love her and keep her close. To see her mascara streaked face, and bloodshot eyes when again she is hurt by some random John Doe, drives us mad, how do you watch someone you love without question suffer a wound you can't heal?

So we trek this winding road called life, directly at her side or just to the back, picking her up dusting her off and gluing together her shattered, broken, tired spirit. But only so much can one woman endure until the pieces become too small to combine and she's been broken for seems the last time.

Helpless in our plight to protect and guard, we few who remain to heal her hurt and ease her pain, can do only so much for her to slowly pull her together once more.

But to her and for I can make this promise, an oath, a vow my word I give freely, for I love her, just as she has always loved me. She grabbed my heart and showed me love un-paralleled and compassion un-seen. She opened my heart and made me sing, and showed me world of which I never dreamed.

Gazing towards heaven, I pray the god's watch over us and lend me their aide. Help me be true and be for her what she is for me. Until our last breaths we breathe, I forever hold her heart in my hand, her soul in my dreams, and her dreams in my prayers. For in these places she remains perfect and unscarred. No broken heart or bleeding soul, or cries that noone hears.

So Nicolette, this is all I will ever ask you to do; take sanctuary within me my friend, and let yourself be safe, whole, be free.

I love You.




Submitted on 2005-05-12 22:26:17     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  What the [censored] am I suppose to write to this, you know I love you so very much and it hurt so very badly to watch you crusify yourself over and aver again.
You hold my heart yes this is true but don't forget it is as fragile as my anything can be, for if it begins to bleed I die scared and lonely. Everyone does, even me.
-THIS COMMENT WAS WRITTEN BY K.O.MALLEY NOT MYSELF!
| Posted on 2005-05-13 00:00:00 | by tripsonme23 | [ Reply to This ]
  well thanx for tour comment on my child i think in 43 years that has to be the best thing anyone has eve said about me thanx sandman aka tim your posts was almost like sandman talking only you are a little younger beaware you will write like this too great job very deep to the reader who understands it may i suggest skeletons cause thats where my child starts and then eyes of sandman thanx again
| Posted on 2005-06-07 00:00:00 | by sandman | [ Reply to This ]


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