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April and I were sticking our tongues out, making peace signs, we were in the back seat of Ian's car, I couldn't even remember where we were going, probably the beach, we always went to the beach...
I carry you with me In every day Remember the crinkle When you smiled that way I'm safe in the knowledge Youre close as can be..
Once you were whole,. Now you rest in pieces,. What happened that night,. To make these glass creases,. Splitters sprout from the frame,. Once strong arms of peace,. Now laid on the floor,.
Expect the worst, right. Today apparently turned out horrible but that's no surprise. Everything I had memorized stuck out from the organized.
~here's an awesome song, I love it. You'll love it, listen to it. It's by Of Monsters and Men~ Hey. Hey. Hey. I don't like walking around this old and empty house.
#household A jewellery box Without any locks Is not the place To keep your socks. Nor is it a place To keep a fox Or your grandfather clocks Or any amount Of igneous rocks.
A golden necklace with a real gold coating It was lost in the river when granny was boating A seaman found it and gave it back From grannies jewellery box to my necklace rack A silver bracelet from...
#household The small chest, it lays in his closet. Hed never dared to open the thing, not since his minset Was overturned by sadness and tragedy But maybe in it lays the remedy.
A bluebird on a branch,. Heart sung on a note,. Creating words anew,. A poem to be wrote,. Captured on a screen,. Digital, without flash,. Hurry, zoom in quickly,. Just to have a bash,.
Warmth feeding warmth Cold fingerprints in the delicate condensation Tracing faces and absent cares On the glass of beer before me.
#household @Timmsyy Upon broken old shelves The books lay lifeless No ones read them in years These books crusted with age here And it seems no one would even look Upon the old tales and stories...
What sad symposiums these walls echo. Fleeting glimpses of times gone by, Of shadows hinted at in half-seen meetings... And what ovated orchestras these columns whisper.
A thousand stars,. In the sky,. Two hundred wishes,. Way up high,. A hundred ways,. To say hello,. Ten thousand ways,. To let it go,. Three hundred miles,. Into my heart,. A thousand steps,.
When my heart beats its last and my lungs refuse to work, I'll remember... I'll remember it all, the rise and fall.
#nightdwellers I know you felt it the way I felt it too Maybe we was cut from the same cloth, me and you.
To those lines in life you can't help but sing... Words that advertisements or songs etched in. And once it's caught, they'll never be let go. Even at the point when they're read, song flows.
Right one last go before I go to bed Whilst you Are snoring off your head I get some peace Contemplation space I looked at her and gave her a puzzled look.
#household. (True Story). I never met you,. While alive,. And never saw your face,. Until I saw your photograph,. Upon the mantlepiece,. Lying there, behind a clock,.
A star that once shimmered, disappearing from sight Could etch no such memory, nor burn so bright That it would seem as indestructible as you did.
#Household In a rusty vintage blue wooden frame, there it stood a distant life I thought I would always remember. So young, So innocent, So free, So much simpler, And so different from this moment.
I hold a photograph in my hand, One full of memories. It holds all of my past happiness, Before I went depressed. I look at this photograph, Whenever I miss him. I hope he knows, I love him very much.
#household. All that I have. A photograph. It's pretty much. An epitaph. A hymn for love. For you and me. And a love. That cannot be. A timeless shot. Your pretty face. Beautiful. Filled with grace.
#household A photograph is more than just, A gift to bring or send. And more than just the likeness of, A relative or friend. It is a kindly greeting and A memory to hold.
Our past watches on as we shout and we scream Two lovebirds smile as we ruin the dream A silent echo of happy times, a laugh caught in the moment A lonely heartbroken sob, pleads an end to this...