So very lovely His blood on her swollen lips His first vampire So very lovely He would have to remember Each salacious cut He took her slowly Bled her of secrets and screams He smiled contemplating That vampires bled just like whores.
I tell you, the Pokemon industry has bled me dry.
If I could take away his pain… If there was a way to transfer it from his soul onto mine. I would take it. Without hesitation I would take it all. Maybe that’s how you know you love someone. When you actually feel each tear they cry as if they we...
Was there ever a war where only one side bled?
The sun had bled away every smell and left nothing.
If I was working hard, she bled into my personality. I became more cynical.
Robert the Bruce: You have bled with Wallace, now bleed with me.
I was a ballet dancer and that kind of bled into musical theater. I was constantly in rehearsal for one thing or another.
You look like the vamp who bled the cat.
Economically, unfair trade will benefit nobody in the long run, as poorer countries will be bled totally dry and will become unable to produce anything.
Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart, In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.
But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.
The entire New York comedy scene has moved to L.A. - it's bled the New York comedy scene dry.
My hunger for writing will die when I have bled for the humans that never found the strength to find the words themselves
A lot we have in our head, But things of heart are not yet dead, They have done none, but just fled, Out of us, Forgotten, just been bled..
One song bled into another and they remained locked together, neither willing to break the intimacy that surrounded them, concealing them in the small space the two occupied.
Ties to people on the other side of the storm could be severed. Love could bud, then wither and die without a bloom when the storm ended and reality bled back in.
The details of my thoughts bled into thin pieces of paper, spread across miles to touch hearts of the people; who've lost their truest homes- themselves.
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, 'I love you.'
.. I suffered with you. I hurt with you. I bled with you -not only because we're bonded, but because the love I have for you." ~ Eric Northman in Dead in The Family.
