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It's been four years now I never say your name But I hear it in my thoughts I hope you know I love you I remember sitting in your chair Which isn't there anymore But we would watch television And...
Sleep now, my baby. Night has come to play. Only wake again tomorrow. When night becomes day. Let the sleep take over. Let your mind dream. Dream of things unreal. And how things seem.
Sitting on a chair, Looking out a window, Thinking about everything, Wondering what my life had to show.
Limerick A little boy called Sandy, Eat away at candy, His tooth it got sore, So he couldn't sleep any more, Said: 'a dentist right now would be handy.' 4lines4fun Candy the sweet, Fell on the...
On my way to school I wasn't feeling good But then something happened That lifted up my mood A little boy with his mom He just stood at his place His mom was walking onwards But a weird grin on his...
After I finish watching the movie... #nightdwellers #beginningline The promises died in his icy white breath, The golden sun rose, Signaling his soon death. The man in the top hat turned up the heat.
Cross your t's and your heart, Be quiet and don't even start, Children should be seen, not heard, Their behavior is just absurd. Lie in bed and say your prayers, Eat your broccoli and your pears.
I shifted, well I tried to; the heaviness weighted on me; a vague wrestling recollection with a cumbersome synbatec came to mind. Eyes heavy, a yawn escaped me. Sandy giggled; my eyebrows burrowed.
One step Two steps Three steps Four Five steps Six steps More, more, more Just a fledgling You've opened your wings But never flown Just a fledgling So very small Not even grown You take another...
One step................Plop. and I fall to the floor Two steps............ Off again I want to explore Three steps....... Now I'm happy and smiling Four steps...........
The very next day, I begged mama to let me stay home from school. "I could help you here!" I said desperately. "I can manage." She said, wiping a tear.
#bookoflove With your candy floss curls And mischievous eyes Cupids bow mouth Shot straight from the skies. Turn old ladies heads Wherever you go A naughty little grin At the simple word no.
She looks in the mirror With a precious smile. She sits by herself And just stares for a while. She's soon starting school And she just cannot wait. She's young and naive And can't predict fate.
You would have been Romeo, If your mother had her way, Which I think befits you nicely, If I'm allowed to say.
"Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka.
#disabilityaware There is a little boy I know, I babysit him every month, The first Friday. His name is Logan, He looks about six, But he's in the fourth grade.
(Just so it's not all doom and gloom from me today). I see each day, a picture of joy. My niece as she plays on the floor with her toys. Giddily giggling like little girls do.
~Becky's POV~ I was gently shook awake to see my little sisters green eyes gleaming down at me and I smiled. "Morning sweetie" I hated my morning voice. She giggled.
I loved the way the morning light came cascading through the shuttered window. The blinds couldn't hold back the light, seeping in through every crack. And with it came the warmth of a new day.
Woke up from dreams of sparkling magic And stretched my tiny wings Stumbled to the cooking-place To light the fires within A gentle breath is all it takes To ignite the still warm coals For a Dragons...
She climbs up on the stool, Looks straight into the mirror. Her eyes are quickly fading, And she almost has no hair. So she climbs back down the stool, Puts it back in its little corner.
#shaepoerty /)/) i i i i ( . .) ┏♡♡┓ ( づ♡┏☆""☆┓ .............................................................................Today is my birthday, The 31st of Jan.
The rain falls down, swallowed by the ground. And it's the same drip, the same lonely sound. I taste the wet air, spreading in my chest. Clean the debris, leave nothing left.
#acrostic O mar always say "I made you a mother" M akes everything possible and never gives up A nger and bullying he ignores and never bothers R emain as you are my son. You will reach the top.