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I keep the memories, of the yellow wooden house, red roof built, with my grandfather's own arthritic hands Compactly built, but amply providing, family space for over 60 years, warm and...
'Just because you ask again doesn't mean the answer is going to change' I walk about doing my daily routine before you decide to pick me up.
An 7 year old girl called Holly was on her swing in the garden. She sang songs with the birds that flew past her. Her golden hair blew in the wind, swaying back and forth.
Sat on a bench with a notepad and pen. I sprawl down our fun that we had back then. Dancing together on a luscious night. Watching the sunrise, the yellow so bright.
Specks of sunlight, falling snow, Some flickering lights from years ago, A glass of eggnog, chocs and wine, And Shakin Stevens ain't no crime.
A word that describes love has been nothing compared to the feelings that once had inside, and it has fade like a busy morning after a good dream.
This song is called 'For Old Times Sake' and isn't how I'd usually format my songs.. This is more of a long story in a song rather than structured chorus' and verses. I hope you like it.
LE CHAPEAU I don’t know why you think I know Paris so well. You talk about places assuming I can see them as clearly as you. You talk about little streets and cafés.
It's been one of those weeks When you've just been there. Right there.
I remember how you made me feel Everything else I've tried to forget Nothing else was worth keeping No other photograph was needed Besides that one with the smile A beam on my face, that showed...
I remember now that she wore a top with the slogan "Summer of love" emblazoned on it, and when we were out with her brother and friends but we were still a secret, she text me and said that she wore...
Smell it in the air. A wheel and a rocket. It's cold, so prepare. Hands stuffed in your pocket. Light the fuse, stand back. The sky, starlit and black. Is suddenly red and green. A dazzle is seen.
I am lost. How long I've been walking. Not so sure. All around me I see black and purple and dark greens. But back home it's bright blues, greens and yellows.
I know that feeling What it feels like to walk around blind To want something so badly I can taste it To stop everywhere at any time because I can't stop thinking about the way the hair curls on...
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The falling of bricks and stones, To lay on the ground as bones, From the shell of old, the new arrives, The cold passing of time not a surprise...
November...
We all sat there, our backs facing the sun and sea. The air echoes with our pasts. It plays out the present. And sees the future.
Never to visit again. When I went on holiday. I tasted a taste. I can never recreate. When I went on holiday. I found my best mate. When I went on holiday. I rediscovered. the meaning of fun.
The crunch of the leaves beneath my tired feet is comforting. I knew I was so close to home, the faint glow of the warm fire was in the distance.
Back when I was little, Quite a while ago: I sometimes got upset you see, Tears would often flow. My mum had only one little cure, My sad days, they were few.
As a little girl, I went in,. To my mothers room which beheld a tin,. And inside this tin was secret galore,. All the make up my mama wore,. Bright red lippy and powder puff,.
So Halloween is DEAD and gone, Town's a SKELETON of streets, Filled with mess from last night out, With LIFELESS husks of sweets...
Whatever happened to Halloween. The costumes and treats galore. The trick-or-treaters, ghouls and ghosts, Alas, they are no more. Is it the rain or fear and pain, That drove away those smiling faces.