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Remember that time When we went swimming. We splashed and played, And just had fun. I miss that. Remember that time We climbed to the top of the hill, And realised we forgot the picnic.
We have been together for so long. The thought of leaving you just feels wrong. We moved as a couple like 10 years ago. Young yes we were so. My kids you welcomed and here they grew.
Hello my lovely. I sent you a long email today in response to your emails and blog update, so I'll keep it brief. It's getting all Halloween-y here now, it's that time of year.
A green canvas splattered with color. Bleeding orange, blue, red,purple and green. A masterpiece of soaring trees and twisting vines. Flowers, insects, animals roam free. A magical picture.
Covered with dust I weep and sneeze How could you I'm not alone though There are many others Here they weep too Under your bed In your closest Behind your dresser Left in a forgotten place I...
Won't miss the English weather. The wind and rain and such. I'm up for fun in the stateside sun. Can't wait to feel its touch. Won't miss the daily grind. No I won't miss the job.
"I'm not a perfect person I never meant to do those things to you And so I have to say before I go That I just want you to know I found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start...
You've come home after such a long time... And we've found ourselves as if you never left in the first place. As if nothing had changed.
It's that time of year again Four years have gone by quickly The memories are ever laying but they are slowly fading They aren't as vivid as before When I think back I miss you more Your smile Your...
Another month passes by. Pages fly off the calendar, What I thought Was yesterday seems so far. Memories fly by, Slipping through my hands. I only remember some, Short strands.
Take that breath You've been dying to take Take it slow Live your life day by day I'll give you a kiss Just to let you know I'm not joking This is where I want to go Soft and slow As we danced in...
Oh sweet recall. And memory. Bring back winter's history,. Of playing in. The snow with you. Like we were children,. Snowball fight. Till soaking through. And building snowmen,.
I remember when kissing was gross I remember when boys were ugly and stupid I remember when my hair never mattered,or my clothes I remember when being plump was okay I remember when being...
Rainbow stars illuminate the night,. Piercing through a wall of black with their shimmering light,. Giggles and howls of delight,. Screams of delirious fright,. Bumper cars speeding around the track,.
I see you In a photo, So far away Might as well Be a different World, But your Smile still Rings out Like a Dawn chorus, The same as It ever was, And you still Wear the Necklace I gave you Six months...
#emotion. Olden days, golden days. All day long and sunny plays. Mum and dad know where I be. I'll be home in time for tea. On my Chopper, ride for miles. Get filthy dirty, biggest smiles.
I'll always remember those afternoons spent stranded on the veranda, watching as rain poured endlessly from above.
Have you ever asked your mum Your dad, your grandparents About the stories they hold, And the tales they remember. The ones of a life before You were ever even thought of Let alone existed.
Ever hear a song And remember a certain time or place You'd almost forgotten its been that long Brings either smiles or tears across you face Memories evoked Where you where Thoughts provoked...
Where I get my fuel I see this guy each week He is so grumpy He'd make a lotto winner weep It's always awkward Although he is polite I wish he'd crack a smile Maybe once or twice Yet the other day I...
I had that dream again.. That dream where you held my hand like you used to. That dream where you picked me up so that our faces met and I wrapped my legs around your waist, like you used to.
Don't look in the egg cup it's long abandoned curve lonely convex hollow where origin of birds was laid for soldiers dipping soft and warm and safe at Sunday morning sittings with juice and coffee...
The leaves have fallen again, of the old maple tree. Painting the ground red, As the rule of destiny.
Your school satchel, held together. Patches; Nineties funk and grunge. Smiley face and button pins. Hawked across an outstretched wing. To carry, witness, bare recall. Diary pages, points of import.