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#Household A photograph is all I have, To remember you. I remember when we bought you, Fragile and brand new. You stuck your nose outside your box, Curious from the start.
(oops, missed the last challenge.
Close your eyes, Pick a date, Off you go, You won't be late. Friends or foes, The loved and lost. Are waiting there, At zero cost. Smiles and frowns, The choice is yours.
I'm not sure what's worse. Is it knowing you lost someone you never got to meet, or finding someone you never knew existed and growing to love them - only to be forced apart again.
Clocks are amazing also very fascinating. You can rewind them forwards or backwards. Clocks can be set at anytime.
Yes, I've accepted it. No, but I'm not over it.
Promise you won't forget me. Say you won't let the memory Of your lips on my soft skin Fade with the passing of time; Out of sight, out of mind.
I'll chase the summer And thoughts of you To the coast; And wait out ten months, My feet, and head, Buried in the damp sand.
Whistles on the wind, Cries and laughter, They reach my ears, Through all the pain and fear. The sounds of yesterday, Now but a distant memory.
Fingerprints on a window pane. That's what I am. Washed away by the acid rain. That's where I am, it's where I am. Fading ink in an envelope. That's what I am. A familiar smell from a bar of soap.
I want moments I don't want to forget. I want memories I want to keep. I don't care if I am awake or asleep. I do want them with me. In my heart I want them to be. Cause they are so good to remember.
#100days They say it's thicker than water. Never known what that meant. I know it actually is but it's seems the meanings bent. Blood wills out they say. "Out of what?" ask I.
#Household There is something locked safe inside a jewelery chest. Kept all shiney and clean only worn with the sunday best. A little gold charm bracelet with a few old stories to tell.
It's been you and me for many a year It's time for your wings to unfold, I fear. I nursed you and feed you and taught you to walk Was there when you giggled and started to talk.
In the space Above a charity shop, Can be found the sorting room. Old books, old clothes, Toys and ornaments galore.
The picture of you. Standing tall in your. clothes. Leaves me feeling an ache. Through my bones. The picture of you. Smiling so sexy and sweet. With such a sharp and. Wicked grin. The picture of you.
Inspired by Misty Miller's song, 'Remember' Do you remember me. I was the one with pink hair, The one who used to, Stop and stare, Watching you, From across the room, Why can't you look over.
The shattered old light bulb. In pieces on the crooked floor. Shedding a tear or two. Smashed on the earths core. All the happy memories. Laughs and good times. Makes me smile.
For @crowncottage and Mr Tom May ;-) Tom what happened during the blitz. When the bombs fell did you take shelter from all of it. Tom where was you during the war.
Remembering days a long time ago, thinking back on his life. The little old man sat on a bench deep in thought about his wife. Every day since she past, he will sit on that little wooden bench.
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. When you fly, don't fly far. For when you see this locket gold, Please remember you've been told. In it, is my portrait, blue Dress on white backround so true.
One summer's eve Walking along the beach Something glinted in the sand Poking just out of reach. I bent down to scrabble And lifted up my find Brushed away the sand To see what I had mined.
It sits there, on the mantle The penny kitten. My ma, bought it on Wednesday At the market, in town.
Do you remember me. I was the one who walked with you Through the fields, When we were young. Do you remember me. I was the one who missed the bus A mile to go Just to walk home with you.