Brush the back of hand gently across Helen soft face she didn't require makeup her face was pretty enough she would of cause not agree but I preferred her natural look to brush her hair Helen ask nothing In life for self but was always generous In nature what you saw is what you got straight to the point no messing about Helen a genuine women honest trustworthy very faithful the best a man could get
eyes have pierced through my soul looking as if they had seen me eyes have desperately barged into my mind telling me I am not doing well enough eyes have wounded this heart as I ever so wanted to break free, because those eyes will forever look at me in a sea of expectations
Back then when I was a kid, I used to picture a demon's face. I thought it has horns, I thought it has tail, I thought it has wings and thought its color was red. But growing up in this world made me realized I was wrong. Demons has no horns, Demons has no tail, Demons has no wings and they were never color red. They weren't **** - instead they are beautiful. They weren't scary - instead they are soothing. Their looks are decieving which makes us keep on sinning. They are someone we always see and something we can't let go. They look more like an angel but leads to trouble if we fall.
I remember the times when most people use to scare kids by telling them stories that are scary to make them obey what they would ask to do. Back then I was scared that I imagined a demon's face ready to prey on me at my sleep. I was so so scared. But after growing up in a world with a lot of situations happening in my life. I have realized every thing. That sometimes, there are moments that we couldn't stop making sins. And the very reason we made those sins are because of the demons that keep on decieving us. That moment I realized, demons would never look scary to come for us and tell us we should do this and that. Instead, they will look so innocent and beautiful so we can be decieved. That's how a demon works.
There was a time where gifts mattered more than time. There was a time where the number of friends mattered more than the kind. There was a time where taste mattered more than the fulfillment. There was a time where grades mattered more than character. There was a time where looks mattered more than the heart. There was a time where self mattered more than another. There was a time where our minds changed and our priorities shifted and that was the time we matured.
As we grow older our behavior changes as we understand things a little better, not completely, and that is when what used to mean alot starts to lose its significance.