Feelings

  The way that your arms slowly wrap around my cold body and warms it feels so different, feels so foreign.   I’m scared of what’s happening of the reality that I will have to fully trust and eventually love scares me because it’s becoming so easy yet feels so foreign.   It’s a language…

Like the Moon and the Sunset

Love me like your last breath Flirt with me as the Moon does at night as it winks to me like the most enchanting lover Hold me with tenderness and fear of letting go because once released you know I’d never return Treat me like the words that spilled from your mouth on our warmest night…

Our Home

We take for granted all that Mother Nature gives to us. We misuse and mistreat burn and hurt pull and throw away. We forget that without her we are nothing but with her absolutely everything. Thank you.   Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.

Above

Take me to a place where the sun shines as bright as the moons glare off the stars shine and my soul’s reflection. Take me to your heart where I live on a pedestal created by your feelings painted blood red floating swimming within you within me alive. Gabriela A Tejada   Copyright © All…

Helianthus

  You held my hand as we walked through the field, guiding me. What do you think about this one? Stunning, love Gabriela A Tejada   Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.

The Ability To Trust Again

I’m scared. This scares me. My ability to so easily give all of me so quickly and freely after years of torturous growth After painful rivers of bloodshed scar me Scare me. How can you ever trust when you don’t know the meaning of or the sound of the words Trust me I’m scared that…

Suffocating

I just want to breathe. I’ve been finding myself suffocating with the words that my heart knows but my mouth refuses to say. They’re tied in a lovely bow against my neck slowly squeezing, I feel the warm stream of blood as they break through the skin of my throat. Tragic. I hear a soft…

Madness

  Maybe it’s the way you watch me eyes glazed over lips form a smirk   Or the way your words create a hypnotic rhythm as you say “I can see the madness in your eyes”   now my eyes glaze over as my hips sway and hands roam my damp skin soft smile on my…

Our View

  We both agreed that it’s the little things that really matter.  Gabriela A Tejada   Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.