Born To Fight
I was their first born baby. Born in the summer they were happy with their young lady. But a sick child I was turning their days a bit shady. But I was born to fight and I made it through.
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I was their first born baby. Born in the summer they were happy with their young lady. But a sick child I was turning their days a bit shady. But I was born to fight and I made it through.
I've never been a 'glass half full' person.
You don't feel nervous around them But you do stare 'What a cute hat' you think 'What lovely hair' You might walk over to them and ask them to a party And if they make a joke, you laugh is hearty You...
Inspired by @AubreyMo's Opuss: Angels Cry My mommy told me, When I was just a little peep, Stories of the angels, When I couldn't fall asleep.
Oh what I'd give to go back to the days of being a kid When the worst things that came were bad dreams and skinned knees. To go back to the days of being care free.
You're my other half My better half Some would argue It's easy to spend time with you So easy to talk Or not talk And that's why I love you I don't tell you ever But it's implied It's an unspoken...
Fairytale I wrote you a fairytale of love, happiness, full of hope.. Dragons, witches, elves and midgets. A princess, a knight riding into sunsets never to part..
Unfurl your wings of greatness, Let potential take flight, Don't get too headstrong, It won't last for long, If you let your humbleness out of sight.
This year your heart will heal, you continue to learn and grow as a person and continue to edge closer to the freedom you crave.
#opussweeklychallenge Dear you but it's me Happy New Year..the year is 2012 and a lot shall be happening. Your eldest son, finally gets a permanent job and spoils you a bit with his wages.
Venturing off in a starlit sea. Scurrying around for lofty dreams. The signs of disaster is ignored. When looking out for a glistering shore. And through the trials we persevere.
365 days in a year Some will be peaceful Some will be filled with fear 365 days in a year Some will be lonely Some you'll be holding someone dear 365 days in a year Loved ones will leave And new...
There was once three girls, Who were the best of friends; They partied, talked, fell out, Then happily made amends.
A stuffed toy one day was made. The maker was happy, It took him so long. The sewing, The finding, The fixing, The stuffing. The generalness it takes. Then once the maker lost his money.
Entropy exists everywhere, chaos swirling all around us, engulfing our pathetic delusions of order and control as easily as two swift fingers might extinguish a candle's flame.
All the world is traveling. Yet I'm completely still. Will I ever get going. What if I believe I never will. At times the world moves so quickly. But then it grinds to a sudden halt.
There's a love that's fought, Valued and won. There's a man, a woman, And a happy life begun. That dream was real, It was mine. Until you came, All was fine. The thugs locked up, It ends with a kiss.
I set out on a course for life I ramble To find a better way to fly When I get there I hope that my life will be okay My sorrows All are washed away I bleed I dig my hands in the earth Build a...
A short story A long time ago, there was a girl. She was awkward and deep and had stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair.
And they lived happily ever after .... Is what I would want to tell you all. But life does not always work out like that.
What do you see nurses. . . . . .What do you see. What are you thinking .. . . . . when you're looking at me. A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise, Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .
She stands alone before a bridge Knowing she must cross here She has no one to help her over And she is overcome with fear She is a tiny baby and her mother is not by her side She puts a foot...
Lets just get out of here. We shouldn't have to waste our lives on something silly like "work". Life is too short. People think that it's about becoming successful and powerful. But it's not.
Year One was simple. Year Two was the same. And Year Three, like the others, was just as lame. Year Four was a milestone, I learned to read. Year Five was amazing, my first recital ever.