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I'm feeling so stuffy It makes me all huffy Snot city up my nose Just grows and grows Eyes are so heavy Need to be ready Gots lots to do But feeling blue Throats hurting too What am I to do.
There's a swelling in my heart, Caffeine consumption is a new-found art, A deep rushing of dark red blood, I hope my dry eyes don't flood, My brain is fit to burst, I await anxiously for this test, ...
Well I know it's disappointing That someone's been caught cheating Ad it's really quite displeasing, Its enough to make one cry That the honest land of Opuss Is contaminated with...
Little did I know, As I woke up today, I'd learn that a deceiver, Had truly had to pay. I feel like such a fool, For following this 'cat', When really underneath he had The disposition of a rat.
Cheating is a crime. A crime that does not pay. But let us not forget. Why we are here today. Although it may be tempting. To jeer and to berate. We want Opuss to be full. Of love and light, not hate.
A little message for @Jatt. Seems you're a dog, not a cat. You decided to play. And cheated your way. We expected better than that. What a shame you cannot stay. With all this on your head today.
The king. The kings love. Little lover of mine. Harsh and grim you are. Lord of the time. Eyes shine like a star. Ravens fine hair. You torment me. Skin smooth and fair. Kisses invade me.
Touched by madness, From head to toe, It's not your sadness, You didn't know. Confused about this mad state, Not sure how it works, Wondering if it's your fate, Everyone thinking you've gone bizurk.
Life can be wonderfull life can be sweet. Starved of affection give me love to eat. Like a massive cottage pie filled with emotional meat. I will devour it all till I feel the devotion.
The Queen of Hearts Does hate tarts As she's torn behind closed doors. She really does wish The other Queens wouldn't kiss The men whom she adores.
There once was a cat who lived in a city,. He rhymed all his words to make him seem witty,. All other cats he thought of as ditty,. except for one he regarded as pretty,.
I've read the debates, The cards are stacked high, But only one card brings a tear to the eye. It isn't a joker, a king or a jack, You'd never have known it was there in the pack.
Is it love that we crave. longing for the warmth depth and tenderness of it's sweet caress. Or is it lust that drives us. getting lost in the hotness of it's passion as we fall from morals grace.
The jack of clubs creeps shiftily, his queen follows suspiciously.
I love your face I love your body I love your grace I love your erm...noddy. I love your knockers I love your brain I love your socks I love your erm...train.
Close your eyes Keep them tight Hold back the tears Keep up the fight Let them all see you Stand tall with head high I'm right here too Always by your side Breathe in deep Compose your...
Healing - the process of recovery. Physical wounds heal relatively quickly, Mental scars live with you forever. Medicine for the mind is not easy to find, So we resort to sticking plasters.
I have a soul that sings, It even has bells it rings, There's something in my blood, That makes it go lud, dud, thud, The beat fills my bones, I'm surprised it doesn't carry down the phone...
Faith I have in amazing amounts, Faith that this trio will live, Forever and ever, enduring the ages, And the sands of times' cages. For though we are trapped, By claws and pains...
Pert and pretty a sight to be seen, With my new hard earnt boobs I felt like a queen. It may not seem much to the naturally blessed, But I wasn't too happy with my child eaten chest.
Ooo I do love opuss, so very very much. People create such amazing things just with a touch. I have read such beautiful, poems, stories and quotes. I can't help myself but, take a mental note.
I'd like a cape, I'll tell you why, I really think it'd help me fly. It could be blue, or pink with spots, Or paisley print with purple dots.
Ok I wanted to write a blog but everytime I start to write one it turns into a poem. Just can't help myself.
To stand at the flaming gates of hell, feeling terrified, an empty shell, while the dark armies of demons, flying towards you, yell their dark omens.