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✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Lying on a hill, It's midnight, All is quiet, All is dark, No cars, No people, Just me myself and I..... Im Lying there....
The happiest moment I can remember At all in my life. Your kidding right. Here let me Write a list Of "happy moments' The top 3 remain By my standards 1. Meeting Sam 2. Talking to Sam 3.
We're heading away now, We won't be coming back; We might be round to visit The good old family pack.
Look through the window at yourself and who you were. Look at your fashion, See your friends, Look inside that baby face and sweet, gentle heart. Look back more and see yourself being born.
She feels a sad emptiness between them... an almost tangible nothingness that leaves her with an ache in her chest.
I left home twenty years ago Just a bride of eighteen, I left the only home I'd known For a new life in pastures green.
She sits alone, in her red chair Spends each day sitting there Casting her mind back to the past With memories that will forever last She thinks fondly of past times When she was young, in her prime...
I pace around these same floors that pave your walking feet, covetous, for a hint of your scent. And once before, we held hands in these very corridors.
This sweet old lady That sat in her chair Done nothin whatsoever But sit and just stare The old sweet lady That say calmly in her chair Looked ever so frail With her bright white hair Lonely this...
Come sit by the river, Lay your hand in mine, We'll chase the dawn together, That's how lovers pass time.
“Samson!!!. I know you can hear me. Where are you?!” I heard her call again. Ignoring her call, I went deeper, entranced by a shimmer at the bottom of the lake.
She wants to lie by the ocean, She wants to lie by the sea, She wants to lie on the sand dunes, I know this because she told me.
There's a hub-bub in the kitchen Filled with raucous reminiscing And I do feel that I'm missing Good fun going on.
#household. It seems my favourite poster. Cannot be bought in stores. Won't find it on a wall. Or covering holes in doors. Not readily available. Nor hidden in plain sight. Contains many images.
He stood at the edge of the garden and surveyed the sacred land. His worn out boots were deep in weeds, a worn out hoe in his hand.
The floor of my room has history The green carpet means a lot to me. It's been tread many times before This house was built just before the war.
Angel Saunders, Was his gentle embrace and hot lips brushing mine all I really wanted.
Hello hello hello. Is there anybody in there. Just nod if you can hear me, is there anyone at home. Come on, come on now.I hear your feeling down.
My fingers fumble fondly For a lean and little locket That my perfect parents prized as a present long ago.
An old movie on the tv, A book in your hand and a cup of tea. A normal scene, I do admit, But on closer glance, it did not fit. Your skin was pale, and head tilted to the side.
This poem was written by yet another friend, now sadly gone too. I think its worth reading, he was quite a character.........
Your empty room Now devoid of all That was you Spaces where your Personality used to be Patches on the wall From your posters Dusty corners All you left behind When you packed Your cardboard...
Laying in fields. The grass swaying to your heartbeat. Pushing the world back. Using your own personal shield. Darling I can feel you here. This was our escape.
I found a penny today Left as a tip On the table in the corner. I think it's from China Or maybe Korea 'look at that funny writing' My colleagues say.