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A shard of glass, To quickly pass A thousand memories. A flash of red, A bang to the head, To bring back memories. A jog of the brain, A kiss in the rain, To recall lost memories.
Everything About You Chapter four - Everyone pushed in front to get a seat, as I got there every seat was taken, Harry also was standing, "let's go sit over there" he pointed to a table for two my...
Inspired by @misslittleDHP's. 'Doug'. I sometimes get to thinking. Of those I've left behind. I feel the best place for them. Is a recess in my mind. A faded pack of polaroids.
When the sun raises on a brand new day I wonder what is left to really make me stay Then I remember the laughter and cheer The odd drinks of beer The way you would take my hand And lead me through...
Running through the grass fields in a game of hide and seek, Picking up fresh lilies and swimming in the creek.
#movement When you came into my sight In the restaurant that night I thought we could be good Pretty much alright I could never really know Which way it might go Formulate a plan Or go with the...
Where I belong to be. The smell of sand and sea. To walk among giant's stone. To rest upon his throne. Guinness at sunset. Listening to seagull duet. Sitting on harbour wall.
Kids Under the sun, We have fun. Playing a game, Wishing for fame. Thinking of the future, As we chill with nature. Wanting time to pass, As we are now in harass.
I've missed this place it feels good to touch base. Music from the packed bars dancing under a canopy of stars, the late nights and big city sights, even the dirty old river.
I know this old lady with white hair. Her eyes still sharp and skin still fair. She tells me stories from the early years. As I listen with open ears. You see the experience in her eyes.
That first time The taste upon my lips Our first kiss Hidden away Wanting to be found But not wanting them to see That chair in the corner How I fell over it And the laughter on our lips Being...
I can still see you standing there, Summer tangled in your hair, First week of July, first day of my life.
#notonopusstellingyouwhy. Van Fest™ here I come. Maybe a bit of cider. And late summer sun. Plenty for the family. To see and do. Maybe some spending. On my van too. Lots of ideas. Means lots of cash.
Been down by the river Sunshine reflecting off The water, disturbed By swans, boats, fishers, Sat on a well worn bench Next to the fountains, Smell of chlorine And cut grass and the last Few remnants...
The silver moonlight, It glinted off your hair. Your eyes were unforgettable, The shade of green so rare. Your lips were blood red, The petals of a rose.
C arelessly frolicking in the meadows; H aving such a good time; I mpossible to be bored. L oving every second. D idn't even realise how fast time flies.
Wow you haven't changed, You're still that amazing guy. Now you've got a successful job, You've always been one to fly high. And there I am with mop in hand, Locking up a chip shop.
Walk into yesteryear, Happiness and laughter. Then look into the future, The unwanted 'everafter' With wilted trees, And deadly fumes. Animals roaring, In and out of rooms.
There they were. All ready for school. Looking so smart. And ever so cool. My two little boys. Growing so fast. Where has time gone. It has flown past. Standing in line. Waving goodbye.
There's a cove I know not so far from here Its a place I hold in my heart, so dear It was there we met so long ago it seems Where we shared a glass of hope and dreams.
A picture A video A movie All take a moment And freeze or replay it Captured thoughts That can't be read The same feelings Over and over An acting session That won't stop These hold...
Make the best of life, 'Cause it goes so fast. It speeds on past. Treasure your memories, And the ones you hold dear, So always keep them near.
Three words, Three little words, Is all it takes To end the summer. 'Back to school'. I stand at the window, Watch the children pass.
Crinkles form around eyes that twinkle, They whisper of hidden years In their lover's dampened ears, Sixty years together, growing old, Collecting all the stories that are told, Over and over, every...