The Years That Passed
Six years have come and gone, I need for you to know just how much our friendship touched my heart.
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Six years have come and gone, I need for you to know just how much our friendship touched my heart.
Distant memories of long, long ago Of summers long and winter's snow Childhood games, cubs and scouts Hating school, bullies and sprouts.
That weird moment... When you realize you're a grown up. It's when you get annoyed over things the kids do, that you used to do when you were their age. It's when you realize your parents were right.
There once used to be a hand to hold,. And arms to warm me when cold,. I used to look into sea green eyes,. And know they never told me lies,. There was a comfort in your bed,.
Pacman sat all by himself. In a maze of yellow dots. He was reminiscing. The friends he hadn't got. They used to get on famously. But now they'd all moved on. He didn't like it on his own.
I miss the times when we exchange pictures of sceneries . Text each other at any time of the day & go out randomly & watch movies together .
One of my little eccentricities is to tend a part of our village churchyard.
Summer reminds me of where we used to play with the acres and acres of open space and where the wind seemed to call our names. The best summers of my life were spent there with you right by my side.
Where are the doves of the sixties now. What happened to the warriors of the sun. The buds have wilted on the olive bough like poppies thrust into the soldier's gun.
"Idle hands are work for the devil," my grandfather used to say.
I miss the days when the hours were the minutes and the minutes the hours , and the seconds didn't exist. The days seemed like endless weeks , the weeks timeless months.
Today was a good day. I really had fun. Spent it with great friends. Out in the sun. We just knew what to do. There at Burnham on Sea. Played in the sand. My friends, family and me.
Childhood Faded away,. to a far away land,. simple, so simple were we,. Days of Play,. Going our Way,. Having fun, no care,. for another day,. time for us stood still,. playing king of the hill.
I was walking home, on a summers night. I saw a pretty girl, under an old street light. So I called your name. But it was'nt you. And the fading sun, it turned to blue. I've been wondering.
I awake to the sun and warmth of the day. It is May now and summer smiles at me from the horizon. People fly by thoughts and cares crossing through the air some lingering smiles, some distant stares.
First love or first lust It matters not, She is still resigned to imagery not forgot. To feast upon and linger when your loins are old. To fumble in the lonely night to chase away the cold.
To feel you in my arms To do you no harm To have just one more chance To share just one last dance Our song plays out on the radio And all I really want too know Is why did you have to go I watched...
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys. If there has, take him out, without making a noise. Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite. Old Time is a liar. We're twenty to-night.
I step down from the train so slowly Stop - and take a look around me At the new buildings that surround me I've been away too long It takes a while to get my bearings The house is eastward down the...
Apologies that this is way late for Monday, but you can pretend its actually really early for next week.
Inside my memory Is thoughts of you. The things you said And what you used to do. My favourite phrases That you always listed, 'I know what's wrong with that...
I have two really special teddies. One is a lion called Lucky, the other is a woollen cat called Tessa. Lucky was my prize from when I win the Tombola in Bridlington.
You say things sometimes, funny, hilarious things, and it feels like there isn't enough sound in me, or in existence, to do your comments justice or give them the credit they deserve.
I am sure that when I was a small boy, many moons ago, children's TV was so much better then today. The rubbish that is on these days is just utter tosh. Balamory. Adventure time. I can cook.