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It's the little things;. A look, a smile, a nudge. And a whispered in-joke,. Sharing your sandwich,. Bringing an extra apple. And feeding me oranges,. Baking a cake for us. (Even if it didn't rise!),.
Thoughts are hunting my head. They don't leave me even in bed. I am finally on the path to joy. And suddenly I feel like a toy. Thoughts are hunting my head. Remembering all the words that you said.
This is me, It was my decision, Ugly, freak, emo, This is me, And these are my scars. No-one understands them, Not even my closest friends, I've been discarded, All because of, My scars.
#updatedversionofapreviouspostasIstillfindthisincrediblyfrustrating!!.
Three very different limericks. There was a young man full of sorrow. Who was scared that he might wake tomorrow. So he cooked up a potion. To end this emotion.
Snow from a dark sky fell, on a pillow feather day, breathing change in white silence, tempting melancholy away.
(Nineteen creatures including man, find them if you think you can). The rabbi tells stories. The monk eyes piece as glory. The lad ogles the girls. The chef caters the world. Take a go at being great.
Mirror mirror on the wall, I want to be pretty, skinny and tall. Mirror mirror if I change my hair, Maybe someone might start to care.
Don't hate my hating. It's pretty and it's white, So fluffy it might seem, The colour of untainted white, Like clouds or like a dream. Reality hits hard though.
Take your time You need luck Take a chance Don't fall in muck Close your eyes Have a go Where you'll land I don't know Seize the day Carpe diem You could be lucky Shine like a gem Take a...
Little bird. Trapped in a cage. So alone. Isolated from the world. You can see the clear blue sky. Just enough to dream of what it might be like. But will you ever be able to soar. To fly sky high.
With some luck you have been entwined with love. Oh, but if this luck runs short love can bring you pain. Some say its a blessing from above. Other say that they won't go there again.
The one and only thing in life is for sure. Is death will come knocking upon your door. So what should you do with this short time. Apart from writing this little rhyme.
Weak at the knees. Pfft, you're in love. Please. You wouldn't know the meaning of love, It's not all cherubs and angels from above. It's about compromise and sharing, and agreeing on what's best.
#colourchallenge (If you want to play, just look for the colours hidden within this poem.
#colourchallenge #inmemoryof Multicolored Opuss, Is slowly fading away, Orange changes to black, We're entering another day. RED was the first, color to leave.
#colourchallenge. #inmemoryof. There's something about the stars tonight. Shining perfect in the sky. The clouds no longer block my view. So I shall count them all for you.
. ________ /R. I. P.
Been on a road trip today,. To Leicester, the a47 all the way,. I hate that road, restricted to a sixty,. And I got stuck behind a driver who stayed at fifty,. The crawler lanes are too short,.
Opuss family, I have a question for you, Please comment and decide what we should do. The #colourchallenge has been rather dull, And this time around, no one's entered at all.
One hundred posts, GO ME. Thank you to my Opuss family. In September, about three months ago, I started to write and let my words flow. All day I looked for an app of words.
This is my hundredth Opuss, I'm gonna make it great, It'll be spectacular, I just cannot wait. It's a a birthday of 100, Opusses today, We're going to surprise it with, A hip hip hooray.
I see you in the rain that falls I see you in the sky I see you in the trees that sway And in the birds that fly I want to have you hold me tight And tell me it's okay I want to feel so very...
Forgive me father for I have sinned That's why on this altar, I have you pinned I need your time, I've many confessions The need for you has turned to obsession Don't try to fight me, you'll never...