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I was thinking back to the first time I really started to love him, and I've manage to trace my feelings for him back to when we were six or seven years old.
#household Today, instead of relaxing all day, I ended up having a little clear out and found a photo of me as a girl in an envelope.
A first love Created that spark We wanted to be rebels And leave our mark We'd walk like we were one Hand in hand We were worlds apart Parents didn't understand You were the bad boy I was too good I...
I miss you when something really good happens because you're the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me because you're the one who understands me so well.
Oh take me home, I'm lost inside my head, Wishes that I promised I had locked away and said "oh no, I've taken everything that ever was apart" To ease with graceful step into your heart.
S o much joy T o be had from such a small thing, U nforgetable memories can be made with a toy, F luffy and warm, keeps you safe at night, never F ar from your side, something you cherish forever,...
The suffocating blows. And torrid affairs. Grace my face. Once more. The sirens of time. Forever now lost. In the sweet whisper. Of the has beens. I tremble now. And blink then. The time was there.
Having a clear out yesterday I found something to make me smile It was like finding treasure Poems I wrote, I hadn't seen for a while Some were written years ago Ten, fifteen, or over twenty years...
Sorry for everything that you think about me and all things that I do that upset you, I Didn't mean to make you mad I only want to embrace what we've had, I know you love me with all your soul, for...
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Took a bath; An hour And a half, Soaking, Resting, The smell of Sweet orchids On my skin. Scent of my Shampoo Reminds me Of you; Not a No tears Formula, My dear.
Flower print pyjamas;. Long, pink, patterned,. Not at all sexy,. Except they have. A mud stain on. One knee,. Elicits a memory,. Of when. You did me. In the tent,. Rough and ready,. And you held,.
Today I'm very excited, I ordered a new book, Can't wait for it to arrive so I can have a look. But you see this book is special, There's a fairy, croc and pirate vessel.
I want to be quiet. I want to be still. but my pillow doesn't hold the shape of you any better than my hands do now.
There's no monster under my bed. Just a box of memories that lurk instead. Memories of her. Of a happier time. No one's memories but mine. They wait for me to venture under.
It seems the oddest thing Can spark a memory As I discovered when I switched on an old PC The computer was running Windows '97 Took me back to Nineties heaven The decade of my childhood With...
When I was a lad we didn't have stairs. Nope, none at all. You've got it easy.
I switched on the radio, And heard that familiar tune, The song you used to sing for me, whenever I was with you.
I saw you sitting there Hollow eyes, vacant stare. Caved in upon yourself Did it seem like I didn't care. As my earthly form disengaged, scuttling away down the lane.... My heart remained.
We use to laugh,. We use to play,. We were best friends in every way,. Me, I was six and you were five,. We both felt bright,. Were both alive,. We painted walls,. With pots of glue,.
A smiling face, within a frame, A moment caught in time, So long ago, yet yesterday, Engraved upon my mind.
The month of July was a hot month. But the hot weathered shared it's self with wet thunder showers. I spent this month with you. You brought out the best in me. You made me happy.
I found you. I finally found you over after all these years of waiting, The one I've been praying about and hoping for. We were indestructible in a way that defies even the closest couple.
#household Down the corridors Of my used-to-be home All has burned All the mem'ries come Where we used to play Barbies and tic-tac-toe Telling little secrets Nobody'll ever know Our...