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I came out to morning sun they were drawing keeler hawls you pressed silent to my side breath - the salt from breeze on tide.
This is for all those who lay awake at night and worry. Kids dont try to grow up in a hurry. When I was younger and just a care free child. My imagination used to turn on me and run wild.
Even the smallest breeze,. Through fresh spring leaves,. Or laying back,. On some old mac,. Hearing birdsong,. Slowly drifting along,. White spotted skies,. And fresh baked pies,.
Wanted: Best friend Duties and skills Laugh so hard your face goes red Laugh even harder When you forget why your laughing Bake cakes with me Talk with me til our jaws hurt Make my house your second...
Mesmerised, upon your lap A girl of only three. Cowering behind your hands Your eyes I cannot see. A single shaft of God's good light Set glory on your face, A knowing smile spread on my lips.
I can now say you've lead me astray, remember last summer, rolling in the barn hay.
Oh to be Twenty again, Young and carefree. No bills to be paid. No worries to have. Every day a hazy enjoyment. All my earnings my own. Daytimes working. Nighttimes with friends. Parties and alcohol.
I found a picture of us siting together In a bumper car, you were twelve, I was nine remember.
She was a cyclist, pedalling down past the old fashioned shops on a metallic blue bicycle. Her hair flew behind her like a wild yet beautiful horse's mane, with faintly familiar brunette strands.
No one tells you how hard life is when you're kid, you look at adults thinking I wish I was like them they can do whatever they want, no one tells them what to do, their lives are easy they've got...
I drink a coffee with you absence and light a cigarette to the nostalgia, I give a kiss in the neck to you empty space.
2 years we've all spent together, Through the good and the bad. We've cried. We've laughed. We've inspired one another. To be the best that we can be. How will I find other friends like you.
American Pie: The Reunion sees the return of the few main characters from the original American Pie films. Excluding "Beta house", "naked mile" and "the book of love".
Sweet and sour memories floods my mind of my ripe youth of fruits of every kind. Secrets that were shared off the GRAPE-vine, were hung out to dry in a line.
The doll stands in my wardrobe A sentry to the years, As a babe in my dear mother's arms To my angsty, teenage tears. She once held pride of place In my ever-changing world.
Why is it that we have this feeling towards our past. Is it because we truly loved it, or is it because we're afraid of what's ahead, or does our past just give us comfort.
I'm boxing up my memories. There's no room in my brain. Perhaps, when old Nostalgia hits I'll see them all again. A stuffed toy from a cousin Never heard of, never seen.
Where's my happy ever after. Where's my silly little prince. Where's my every thing I asked for.
If my bed were a time machine, I'd use it every night To travel back a year ago Before the morning light.
The trees are blooming the plants are no longer gloomy the light is as bright as the might of the night no fright only the wonderfull sight of nature while the birds and the bees kater for your ears...
we always said we'd try to watch a film,. all the way through,. but this aim was surreal,. just going back,. all those unfinished sat,. I've worn more hats than watched a full movie with you,.
As a boy I was fortunate, I was loved and encouraged, I felt safe always. Days endless and sunny, Running In between furze and rose, Each moment remarkable.
When I was younger, probably about 10 years ago, my mum and I used to read a book together. It was a lovely, hardback copy of The Chronicles of Narnia, which she had had since she was a child.
The sounds in the evening Go all through the house, The click of the clock And the pick of the mouse, The footsteps of people Upon the top floor, The skirts of my mother That brush by the door, The...