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I like silver better older. With its fine blue dust. Taking shelter in the notches. A lovely sort of rust. It looks much more refined. With its overcoat of grey. Like the swirling cirrus clouds.
That familiar and unpleasant feeling of anxiety was present in Thayne's stomach as he made his way slowly through the rows of beds and lawns. He clutched a bouquet in his hands with sweaty fingers.
Do you remember the grass. How it blew in the wind. And the dandelions. That scattered in spring. Do you remember the rain. How it showered but still. We'd remain where we sat. Queen and king.
It's amazing. When you rarely feel, the emotions you do have are stronger. And the weirder things set you off. I downloaded this app called Daybreak Sad free and listened to this song.
And I looked into her sleeping face. Such beauty is unaccountable.
[D]riftwood girl,. [R]unning with the tide. [I] dream of you at sea, sometimes. [F]ar away, sometimes near. [T]o me, but the sea is deep and. [W]ide, lovers memories lost in tide,.
I met a man at the bar, who stank of wine and played guitar. Under blue light of moldy stage he weaved incantations like a mystic sage, casting a spells through smoky air upon bloodshot gaze.
I can see her in the rain, I can see her in the snow, I can can see her in the sunlight, In the stars, and the earth below I can see her in my head, I can see her in my bed, I can see her in the...
Went to the place where we first met. Put a rose on the road with no regret. Went to the place where we first kissed. Put a rose on the floor along with the last tear you missed.
It flashes like this, Like a burnished mirror, Broken into pieces, But not dust, not yet: The tired old man Rests Old Bill Cosby tells stories From the television Hanging from above,...
S and and sea and salty memories of sunscreen on hot golden skin and T ime spent beneath bluest skies streaked with white gulls and coloured kites, I n cold clear waters and crashing waves, ...
You taught me how to laugh and how to care, To ride a bike and to always play fair.
Her little face looks out on nothing A simple carving of her visage Watching without looking at our lives, Swimming past in some mirage Of hours and weeks and months, Passing by, tear-stained.
I love you. I had to let you go. Knowing that you will be better off without me made me decide on that. Still remember how we met. No love at first sight, just a hint of a connection.
She sat deep within sorrow, fathoming the life she had she had taken. People could only see the light, the kindness, the burning entity of grace that was residing in her soul, could she live with...
There's a handprint on my mirror.
There is a field I know, Barley, hay and wild flower, A space so vast, it creates loops Around me; rolling clouds, and Hollow sounds magnificent, Waiting to be filled with singers Singing, drummers...
I thought I had seen him die. 2 years ago, when I was about 13. He died, but there was this paradox where he didn't. Time stopped and we all had eye drives... And Rory and Amy didn't know me.
I'm done being all on my own, I dreamed a dream a while ago that my heart was full of love. All I need is one day more, to have the time to hear the people sing.
Hailstones pounded the sodden earth, whistling through the chill April air and raining blows on Luke's head. He felt nothing. Sitting on a rickety wooden bench on Hampstead Heath, he was numb.
Miracle me,. Just find me a sparrow,. Believe,. It will sing it's song at dawn, it's. Melody. So beautiful, that my heart soars,. Maladies. Lost in a tune from childhood,. Breathes.
In a corner of my mind, I keep the past complete. I can visit when I like, I don't need an e-receipt. Modern life is broken, far too busy, way too fast.
In English class we had to create a persona poem and then perform it. This was mine. I began in my cocoon, beside many others. My mother was naïve, a hopeless romantic at heart.
#myfallenangel. Part 1. Rest I call. To you my fallen angel. You were there from the very start. I thank you. With these words. You watched me when I went down. On my knees and when I cried.