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© ZuperZed You did me wrong. That made me go mad. Said you wanted to leave. Made me feel sad. I remember the good times. Always on my mind. Trying to forgive. To leave it all behind.
Happy birthday my friend. May it be your best one yet. You've made me very happy from the first day that we met. You cheered me up when I felt sad and blue. For you there's nothing I wouldn't do.
Click. Click. Click. Click It's driving me insane. Click. Click. Click. Click. The sound is glued to my brain. Click. Click. Click. Click. My tolerance is wearing thin. Click. Click. Click. Click.
laid in bed at night. closing your eyes real tight. seeing colours so bright wow what a sight. dreaming of what will be the future i want to see. my boyfriend my son and me.
© ZuperZed I'm exhausted, nearly dead. Need a pillow under my head. Lay me down to get some sleep. Wish this time it will be deep. In my bedroom all alone. Or at least I thought so...
This is the sound that soothes my soul. The sound that makes me whole. Your voice melts my fears, it's music to my ears. Every ounce of my being takes flight even if we talk just for tonight.
You may have noticed it's been a while, Since an opuss was added to my pile.... It's not because I've been away, Or lost the want to read and play. No, it's due instead to that thing called life...
Now you may see me laughing and smiling, now you may think I look happy. But there's so much more behind a smile, so much more than you'll ever see.
© ZuperZed Empty eyes, endless hole. Feel the darkness surrounding my soul. My inner demons looking for a fight. Silent screams, another sleepless night. ...she... Bloodshot eyes filled with fear.
A time for reflection, just you and me. Not about emotion, but the hand that holds the key. Remembering the Son, who gave his life for me. Remembering the Spirit, that makes its home in me.
Supply teachers are funny peoples, Some our small and others are as tall as steeples, Some are fat but prefer large, Others skinny and don't replicate a barge, A few wobble, Most are 'orrib'l, And...
Once their was a posh little girl, Who wore necklaces of finest pearl, Her shoes shiny black, Had money by the sack, And manners she was indeed in lack.
A true friend is always there, a true friend really cares. A true friend will stand up for you a true friend will make you smile when you feel sad and blue.
Cats. What can I say. There's small ones, big ones, skinny and fat. But there all still a cat. Fancy that. One look with those eyes, and to no surprise there owners as smitten as that.
I watch your tales, Unfolding before my eyes, You show me new worlds, Even new kinds of pies. I watch the life of many, I laugh and cry, Sometimes even scream, I ask myself why.
You and I Look each other in the eyes Nothing could ruin our paradise I admire your beautiful blue eyes No one else exists right now It feels as if I'm floating,...
Love, save us again, I can't let you go, It's a constant pain, I hope you know. Dead and cast away, I'm frozen in your gaze, Just another day, Maybe this is just a phase.
Shut your eyes into a world of dreams where everything is not always as it seems. Shut your eyes into pure fantasy away from the prison of reality.
This will never end, Because I want more, I will lose you friend, Give me more. All I need is a heart, Because I want more, I need you to start, Give me more.
Hello picture on the wall Your hanged up so tall Wrapped in a gold frame Each picture not the same Memories to retell. Stories to reveal.
Chickens are best left alone. Chickens are the future. Chickens can't play the trombone. Chicken... Korma Sutra?..
What the heck, everybody's staring at me. I look in the mirror, what do I see. A hunky, pretty person staring back at me.
Hurry up, your time is up Joe is there anyone else there.
#youngwritersemotion The thick lenses in specks, They may smash, but what the heck. The clattering of milk bottles from the white van, Delivered by the milk bottle man.