I woke up early this morning to my puddin' actually sleeping next me. It's so rare (and a bit weird) to wake up with him sleeping next me. But I'm not going to pass up the chance to snuggle up against him.
You wouldn't guess it but the scariest man alive, is very susceptible to hypnotic suggestion when he's asleep. He started to rustle and turn over. I knew he wasn't wakening up, he probably only came in an hour or so ago. "Do you wanna' lay your head on my lap?" I asked very sweetly while putting my arm around his shoulders. He grumble/nods yes as he puts his left arm over me and lays his head on my thigh, my arm still around him rubbing his back gently. I grab his pillow and stuff it under his neck to keep his dead weight head from falling off to the side. That would wake him up and then he'd be mad
*sigh* I love running my fingers through his beautiful emerald hair, it's so shiny and soft. It is dark, almost black, at th
As I see you on the floor
Beaten, bruised, and broken?
Is it bad to smile,
As you lay there
Begging, sniveling, and pleading?
Is it bad to scoff,
As you tell me things I once
Wanted, wished, and hoped to hear?
Is it bad to forgive,
As I feel myself
Forgetting, sympathizing, and understanding?
Is it bad to love,
Even as you
Kill, maim, and torture?
No, I suppose it's not.