Summer :(
Where has the sun gone I want my summer back I wish to hear the children play And not see the sky black Where has the sun gone.
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Where has the sun gone I want my summer back I wish to hear the children play And not see the sky black Where has the sun gone.
Tommy Sorvino was perched on the edge of a sun lounger, looking out at the caesars palace pool, it was filled with young high rollers and their girlfriends all frolicking about in the sun, enjoying...
Let's go off to Bangor, Bangor-boats-away Where we can spend an hour or two Reliving a childhood That all to fast was sped In pickie parks and pedalos, Fine swan shaped chariots, Joy in hand, In...
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, ...
Same old me. Same old you. Same old things. That we've been through. Same old houses. Walking down the street. Same old faces. Of the people you meet. Same old smiles. Upon your face. Same old frowns.
This house has the same texture as my old And forgot Favorite toy from my childhood, his name was Tram an Old wooden puppet with Removable arms you can Use for a back scratcher, that was my Favorite...
When I was a small boy I wanted to be James Bond. Now I am middle aged I want a garden pond. When I was a small boy I wanted to eat a sweet. Now I am middle aged I get pains in my feet.
#acrostic P eter pan (2003), I'd better not forget that or my best friend would kill me. E verything is okay with the film, apart from one little thing. T inkerbell is dying oh dear oh no.
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'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.
The rain falls down, swallowed by the ground. And it's the same drip, the same lonely sound. I taste the wet air, spreading in my chest. Clean the debris, leave nothing left.
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.
He smiles at me from far away. He laughs at my strange jokes which I end up including in my talk for nonsense reasons. He listens to love songs when I'm around. He stands up for me.
As I approach Helen's house, I glance at the faded roof. When we were 6, a hurricane came blazing through our little town. It didn't do much damage. The most damage it did was to Helen's house.
This was my first attempt at the acrostic challenge but I decided to go with my other one instead .... M ove into the sunlight, the sky is clear. It may rain like E ngland a day or two here.
I once was a boy. With childish dreams. Great hope for my future. Naive it now seems. I once was a boy. With limitless thoughts. The sky reached in a leap. These thoughts came to nought.
Two new necklaces With little silver hearts. I got them for us To say we'll never be apart. We're confused little children, But we sure had fun. Up all night camping, Running round in the sun.
- this isn't my usual kind of writing - maybe aimed at a younger audience - thought I'd give it a go nonetheless - I knew a boy of just fourteen, well, he turned forty two.
When I was your age, I had a dream. I met a man, His clothes the color of cream. He taught me how to make a small paper star, So he gave me a jar, and ran to the stars.
I never forgot your smile I never forgot your laugh I never forgot they way you make me instantly fill with joy I never forgot the way we used to greet each other in the hallway everyday I never...
In the kitchen I remember every Sunday. Cooking eggs with my dad. As that was the only thing he knew how to make. In the hallway. I remember all the fights. My mum and dad used to have. In the lounge.
I had a lizard once. Sparky was his name. He was just a baby gecko. But I loved him all the same. I used to feed him grapes. And water from a lid. He lived in a paper tray. He did my sparky did.
As the snow melted I wept in awe. I knew in my heart I'd seen this before. Your mighty thunder boomed in my head. And if I turned away my soul would dead.
Memories of a golden age A time of youth and fear Scared of what comes our way Cant it wait just one more day. Year is passing in a flash Soon I'll be in a different class.