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Opuss is new to me, I believe it sets me free. You can write with love, You can write with hate. You can write to explain what you thought of a date.
The day is over all too soon. Let's sit awhile by light of moon. Late night whispers of cloud float by. Beauty captured in your eye. Try to catch a falling star. The sweetest thing I know by far.
I wrote this when I was nine, for some kind of English class, I presume. I found it cleaning out my drawer, so I thought I'd share it with you~ enjoy. While I was walking, On my way to the shop.
Waking up,. Finally feeling ok,. A smile on my face,. For the first time, is great,. I am content,. And un-afraid,. Just thinking about,. All the ways I've changed,. And I wouldn't change a thing,.
Oh, cherubs in the star shine Who nimble are and free, Turn your darling faces, Spin moonlight down to me. I am forever weary Of a world of sin and greed. Oh, to dance on dappled clouds with you.
Without Inspiration I cannot write because I cannot lie . Without feelings I cannot write because I cannot pretend . Without you I cannot write because I cannot read for you .
When you wave your little banner, Yellow on my screen, I feel a little shock inside, I know what this must mean. Someone understands these rants, And ravings from my head.
I wonder sometimes if we're stuck to each other, If we're better together, like hills and the heather. Can I kiss you each morning , if I say the right words.
Death is forever. So don't flirt with suicide. Death is painful. Stay away from knives. Death is not for lovers. So don't lie. Death is not for me. So don't even try. Death is clever. So be careful.
If flowers could natter And trees could talk, Would they say hello Or nothing at all. Would they tell us to pick them With heady perfume. Or shout 'No, leave us. You want us too soon!'.
I went on a bit of a spree. Looking for things to buy for me. I needed a dress, underwear too. But shopping always leaves me blue. The ever so helpful staff. In a shop?...don't make me laugh.
If you lay down and shut your eyes, The world will still revolve. Though it may bring final peace to you, Not one problem will it resolve.
If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain. Hope and smiles, A chance to save The person who remains. If I can stop one tear from falling My spirit will prevail.
Love is trust Love is pure Love is grand Love isnt hate Love should be appreciated Love should b cherished Love should b us.
Words are the forgotten weapons, they can conjure up pain, inflict heartache, and even drive us to death.
Where's my happy ever after. Where's my silly little prince. Where's my every thing I asked for.
How the world will end Is a mystery to us all Will the sun crash into us As a flaming ball. Will we kill off ourselves With war and polution.
A strike of a hand, that whips it's flesh, as it cuts deep into her worn mesh. The scars seep deep into her heart that bleed, to be pounded down, and never lead.
The sands of time are running low, And soon my darling I'll have to go, But know my heart with love you filled, But soon its beating will be stilled, The angels just came sooner then planned, So try...
A blush... Not much Tells me how you feel And I sense it in your touch A sigh... Oh my A sweet exhalation Result of exultation A friend...
They say love is blind. And I guess that it’s true. What else could explain. What she doesn’t see in you. Your brain is too small,. Your head is too big. You’re shallow, self-centered.
Adverts on the telly Can really drive me mad Why are they so awful.
The beginning of each line encourages you to read in the way that Winston Churchill might have delivered a speech, his original quote, a toast to the WI went something like...
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.