Masters Lil toy

In the unseen realms where shadows dwell,
Resides the anguish of those who cannot tell,
The beauty that life in its myriad forms,
Brings forth both sunshine and storms.

Blind are they to the hues of the dawn,
To the tender embrace of a dew-kissed morn,
Yet in darkness they find a silent plea,
For light's caress to set them free.

Life's path winds through valleys deep,
Where sorrows sow and secrets keep,
But from each stumble, each painful blow,
Strength emerges, a steadfast glow.

Rise, oh soul, from the depths profound,
Where despair's echo once did resound,
For in the journey of trial and strife,
Lies the metamorphosis of life.

To grasp the essence, to truly see,
The symphony played by destiny,
Embrace the symphony of joy and pain,
For therein lies wisdom, the ultimate gain.

Thus, weave your tale with threads of grace,
In every triumph, in every trace,
Of tears shed and battles fought,
Lies the tapestry of lessons taught.

So, cherish each moment, each fleeting breath,
For in the tapestry of life and death,
Beauty unfolds in its wondrous art,
To heal, to mend, to soothe the heart.

And though the path may twist and bend,
With every hardship, with every friend,
Know that you grow with every fall,
A testament to the human soul's call.

In the hidden world where suffering lies,
Beauty awaits for unveiled eyes,
To see, to cherish, to understand,
Life's true essence in its gentle hand.

Look into her eyes and behold the depths of her beautiful soul,

A kaleidoscope of emotions swirling like galaxies in the night sky.
Beyond mere appearances, she transcends the physical,
A spirit adorned with resilience and grace, forged by trials untold.

Gaze past her faults and the scars that bear witness to her journey,
Each mark a testament to the battles fought and the strength found within.
Her pain runs deep, a silent symphony of sorrow and survival,
Yet through it all, she radiates a quiet strength that captivates the heart.

She is a treasure beyond measure, a rare gem waiting to be discovered,
Her essence, a tapestry woven with threads of vulnerability and wisdom.
To bask in her presence is to witness a fleeting moment of pure magic,
A glimpse of a soul so profound, it leaves an indelible mark on your own.

Maybe the timing isn't right now, perhaps destiny has other plans,
But to have shared a moment with her is to have tasted a piece of eternity.
If only... if only fate had aligned differently,
But even in longing, there lies a beauty in the unspoken possibilities.

Her spirit dances like sunlight on rippling waters,
A gentle reminder of the infinite possibilities that reside within.
In her, there is a symphony waiting to be heard,
A symphony of hope, resilience, and the quiet courage of a soul unbroken.

So cherish the moments shared, for they are fleeting yet eternal,
A testament to the profound impact of her presence in your life.
In her eyes, in her essence, find solace and inspiration,
For she is not just a woman, but a living, breathing masterpiece of life's intricate design.

Keep your words close, let silence be your ally,

For what you plan is the seed of something vast,
This beginning is not just about you, but a greater purpose,
Stay true to your path, even in the darkest of moments,
Know that beyond the shadows, light awaits.

Through the highs and lows, when doubts creep in,
When the weight of it all feels unbearable,
And surrender seems like the only option,
Take a breath, calm your mind, release the tension,
For this battle is not against the world, but against yourself.

In the depths of your being lies the essence of resilience,
A strength that emerges from facing adversity,
Embrace the challenges as stepping stones,
Each obstacle a test of your courage and determination.

It's easy to falter, to question the journey,
But remember, growth thrives in discomfort,
Every setback is a lesson in disguise,
A chance to redefine your limits and soar higher.

As you navigate this path, honor your truth,
Listen to the whispers of your heart,
For within you lies the compass that guides,
Leading you towards the fulfillment of your dreams.

The road ahead may be winding, obscured at times,
Yet with each step forward, clarity emerges,
Trust in your abilities, trust in the journey,
And know that every triumph and setback shapes your story.

So keep your words silent, but let your actions speak,
Forge ahead with unwavering determination,
For this journey is yours to embrace,
A testament to the strength and resilience within you.

I'm left bewildered by the twist of fate,

Once a "you and I" when I was at my lowest,
But as I rise, finding my stride, you slip away,
Choosing a different path, leaving me to navigate alone.

It's not about you anymore, not about lack of love,
But about needing a leader, someone with command,
You faltered in steering your own course,
Leaving doubts if you could guide me through life's storms.

We had the essence right, our connection true,
Yet timing played the cruel hand of fate,
Perhaps one day, in a future unknown,
We might attempt again, with lessons learned and hearts wiser.

But for now, the ache of your departure echoes,
A poignant reminder of what once held promise,
The pain of a love that faltered, despite its strength,
Leaving scars etched in the fabric of my being.

I mourn the loss of what could have been,
A love story with potential left unfulfilled,
Yet I embrace the truth with honesty,
That our paths diverged, leaving us to find separate destinies.

In the quiet moments, I reflect on our journey,
The highs and lows, the laughter and tears shared,
But now, I walk a solitary path,
Seeking solace in memories as I bid farewell to what once was.

The warmth of your bare skin lingers, a delicate caress that haunts me,

Soft and tender, it once ignited a fire within my soul,
Feelings beyond words, now memories etched in the recesses of my mind,
A fleeting touch that left an indelible mark upon my heart.

Sensations once overstimulating, now muted echoes in the silence,
Our bodies intertwined, sensitive to the slightest of touches,
Endless wonder once filled our moments, each beauty mark a constellation,
But passion erupted like a supernova, scattering fragments of us.

In the aftermath, our bodies and minds still echo with the remnants of passion,
A creation of love and desire, now faded into the shadows of what was,
The warmth of your skin, a distant memory of a feeling once cherished,
Now colder than the emptiness that consumes me in your absence.

I trace the ghostly remnants of our intimacy,
Kissing memories of beauty marks that once held promises of forever,
But now, they are bittersweet reminders of a love that couldn't withstand,
The weight of time and the inevitable distance between us.

Your skin, once the canvas of our love story, now feels foreign,
A landscape I once navigated with reckless abandon,
Now unfamiliar terrain that I traverse alone,
Longing for the warmth that once enveloped me in your embrace.

The ache of your absence, a constant companion,
I yearn for the touch that once electrified my senses,
But now, I am left with the echoes of our passion,
Fading like wisps of smoke into the vast expanse of memory.

Soulmates once intertwined, reaching through the stars,

Breaking through the outer limits of our shared dreams.
Here I lie now, twisted in the echoes of what we once had,
Gifted with memories that weigh heavy, yet feeling not lifted.

We wondered beyond the sky, gazing at the vast blue heavens,
Believing our love could bridge any distance, conquer any doubt.
Reaching you was my purest confession, my heart laid bare,
But now it feels like you were merely another lesson in disguise.

In the silence of nights filled with fading stars,
I trace the constellations where we once found solace,
Each star a reminder of promises whispered in the dark,
Now shattered like fragments of a forgotten tale.

I thought our bond was written in the stars,
A celestial dance meant to last for eternity.
Yet here I am, adrift in the void of your absence,
Lost in the remnants of a love that was meant to be.

The ache of your absence echoes in every heartbeat,
A hollow melody that reverberates through empty spaces.
I search for solace in the stars we once reached for together,
But they seem distant now, like faded echoes of a distant memory.

Oh, how I long to feel your touch once more,
To hear your voice calling my name across the galaxies.
But we are now strangers in the cosmos we once shared,
Our souls drifting apart, leaving me to mourn what we once were.

In the quiet solitude of my soul, I hold onto fragments of us,
Cherishing the moments when our love burned bright.
Yet reality dims the glow of our once radiant connection,
Leaving me to navigate the darkness alone, yearning for your light.

savageasylum

As life flows like a river, I drift slowly down this stream,

Caught in its currents, uncertain of what lies ahead.
Seasons come and go, painting the banks in fleeting colors,
Yet within me, memories freeze like the river's icy embrace.

In the depths of my consciousness, forgotten times linger,
Echoes of laughter and whispers of love, now distant whispers.
I navigate the hidden figures of my past,
Each shadow a reminder of dreams once cherished, now lost.

The river of time carries me onward,
Its relentless flow eroding the edges of my resolve.
I watch as hopes and ambitions float away,
Like leaves swept away by the autumn breeze.

Loneliness echoes in the silence of the river's song,
A haunting melody that accompanies my journey.
Regrets weigh heavy as stones in my heart,
Each one a marker of paths not taken, of words left unspoken.

Yet amid the melancholy of drifting downstream,
There is a quiet acceptance, a resignation.
For life, like the river, has its own course,
And I am but a passenger on its endless voyage.

I yearn to grasp fleeting moments,
To capture the essence of joy before it slips away.
But time slips through my fingers like water,
Leaving only ripples in its wake, fading into the horizon.

As I float through the mists of uncertainty,
I embrace the solitude that enfolds me,
For in the depths of sadness, there is a fragile beauty,
A bittersweet reminder of the fleeting nature of existence.

You can love so deeply, until it hollows you out,
Giving her your all, with every fiber of your being laid bare,
Yet, somewhere along the way, something inside you shattered,
Leaving fragments of hope scattered in the abyss.

My absence weighs upon me like an anchor,
Dragging me deeper into the depths of longing,
While your absence seems to pass like a fleeting shadow,
Leaving me stranded in a desolate landscape of yearning.

I would willingly embrace blindness,
If you were the last vision before darkness enveloped me,
Brighter than the sun, yet knowing your touch is poison,
You would still be the final imprint on my soul's canvas.

In the quiet moments of solitude,
I trace the contours of what once was,
A love so fervent, now reduced to whispered regrets,
Echoing through the corridors of my heart.

Each memory a dagger, piercing the armor of resilience,
Leaving scars that ache with every breath,
For in loving you fiercely, I lost a piece of myself,
A sacrifice laid bare on the altar of devotion.

Yet, amidst the wreckage of our love's demise,
There lingers a flicker of hope,
That perhaps in the ashes of what we once were,
I will find the strength to rise, and love again.

In the depths of his weary soul,

Lies a boy, fragile and lost,
Bound by wounds unseen,
In the labyrinth of his past.

A child, once filled with wonder,
Now cloaked in shadows deep,
Haunted by memories untold,
In the silence where secrets keep.

Innocence shattered like glass,
By hands that should have shielded,
Leaving scars upon his heart,
Where trust once brightly yielded.

The man he longs to become,
A phantom in the mist,
Veiled behind walls erected,
To guard against the ache persist.

For love, elusive and fleeting,
Echoes in his broken dreams,
He seeks solace in the darkness,
Where his inner child silently screams.

He yearns for healing touch,
To mend the wounds that bind,
To embrace the boy within him,
And soothe the turmoil of his mind.

Yet shadows linger, relentless,
Their weight a burden to bear,
As he navigates the labyrinth,
Of despair and silent despair.

He wonders if redemption awaits,
In the arms of understanding,
Where compassion meets his sorrow,
And heals the wounds expanding.

For in the depths of his sorrow,
Lies the hope to be made whole,
To reclaim the innocence lost,
And awaken the man within his soul.

savageasylum 

The sound of her voice lingers in the corridors of memory,
As if it were just this morning I heard her whisper, "I love you."
The warmth of her words caresses my soul,
Echoing through the chambers of my heart, refusing to fade.

The smile on her face etched in my mind's eye,
Vivid and radiant, as if I had just seen her today.
But the emptiness now fills the spaces between breaths,
Where her presence once illuminated my world.

Her laughter, like gentle chimes on a summer breeze,
Echoes through the silent rooms of my solitude.
I remember the joy it brought, how it danced,
A melody of happiness that now haunts in absence.

Each memory a fragile thread, woven delicately,
Binding me to a past where she was my everything.
Yet time, relentless and cruel, marches on,
Leaving me stranded in the wake of what once was.

The ache of her absence, a heavy cloak I wear,
Weighted with the echoes of moments cherished.
In the quiet hours, her absence is palpable,
A silent symphony of longing and grief.

Oh, how I wish to hear her voice once more,
To see her smile and feel her laughter embrace me.
But these are dreams now, fading like twilight,
Leaving me to navigate the shadows of her absence alone.

savageasylum