Heart Of Stone
Time worn crooked breaking frames hold treasures of culture's past, smiles that faded long ago are seen within cold dead eyes on faces, some without names. how long can these treasures last?
Vessel,
Only 18 full of suffering, worn and weathered (can you save me?) from myself and my lack of existence. the more it goes on the more i contemplate death. just a vessel, waiting to be filled. (can you fill me?)
A Summer Picnic
The sun is going down as we head back into the town driving slowly over the well worn track.
The Valley of Echoes
By now, it had been worn and torn for so long that she was barely able to patch it up whenever it began to fall apart. that's how long she had been travelling.
Castaways - Chapter 4
Jason insists that they go check it out so they both make their way down the old, worn wood steps and step out onto the sand.
Cry Me a Murder (part nine): The other side of Zero
Altschuler slumped into his worn leather couch, his gaze once again turned to the unplugged tv. it was the first time he'd shared his story with anyone.
Admission
I see you in too many empty places: the rug at the top of the stairs, the worn grass beneath the apple tree, the phantom warmth where you curled between my legs for sleep.
Who-Fox?
Because if he had worn a hat, or anything else on his head, i would still remember his name, hatless folks all look the same! i think it was something with door something to open it more, maybe a fox with a key? we will see!
Beautiful Scars
Bars i'm trying to shrug it off and be me but once you recede it's hard to break free because all they want you to do is submit and that just makes you feel like shit every moment as you look them in the eye with a practiced fake smile and a smooth worn
Majorra Castle Short #5
Nearby, sitting on a stool, was a busty maiden, her hair tied in a worn bow. her off-red locks were the brightest color within the tavern, her corset top revealing the bare, top curve of her breasts.
A Post-Workout Muscular Supplement
He used whatever strength his worn out arms had to give to press into that massive furry chest but he may have been digging into a sand-filled rubber stress ball. there was just too much meat packed into each bulging mound.
Eyes like the Forest (6)
However, worn of body and of spirit, he had no desire to indulge that part of his mind, and permitted himself to bask in the glow.