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Rh live is good Bieber is the best I don't deserve the hat cos u goal rock lots I hash brown u.
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Rh live is good Bieber is the best I don't deserve the hat cos u goal rock lots I hash brown u.
Given opportunities Great athletes with disabilities Have their time to shine Overshadowed by Olympians A medal overflow Now the spotlight glows on them It's their time to have a go.
Mín einlæga óskin ein sú er. Að ganga aftur í tíma og segja þér. Hve mikils virði varst þú mér. Og hve leið ég er að þú ert ekki hér. Því hér er þar sem sitjum við. Öll í hring og syrgjum þig.
You think your eyes Are too big and sleepy I think they look Sympathetic and caring You think your nose Is too big and creepy I think it shows your Loud, fun character You think your mouth Is...
Underneath the duvet With a little light. Shh, don't wake mum or dad They'll be angry, cause us fright. So when they come in Let's pretend to be asleep. You in the top bunk The torch I'll keep.
The way u watch me walk the way u listen to me talk the way u hold my heart in your hands u can tell we'r in love.
What would happen, one day If I met myself, coming the other way.... Would the me that is here and the me that is there Both just vanish, in thin air...
You expect me to agree with your ways Though how I wish you'd be able to see That having an opinion is not unnatural That's life, and that's just me.
When people tell me they're unique, I Immediately think they're the same As everyone else that tries to hard. As if uniqueness is a level game. It's not a game with levels, It's not a game at all.
Patiently sits by my bed, Licking his delicate paws. Waiting for me to awaken, And play with him, Opuss never bores. Always shows an interest, In my poems, and the stories I tell.
#Firstwrite - age 11 I will not tease my brother I will not bite my nails I will not suck my hair I will not tell any tales I will remember to brush my teeth I will do my homework each night I will...
The wind keeps calling me out to play. But I told him he'll have to wait till day. I'm tired and in need of rest. So I can shine brightest and be my best. That way I can keep the clouds away.
The way you kiss, Feels like pure bliss, The way you touch, It makes me blush, The way you smile, If only it could last a longer while, The way your eyes wander, It always makes me wonder, The...
In your arms you hold the stars and the sun Therefore you shall never cease to run. For if you cease to run, the eternal sea of everything, will be none. You are a star that will blow up soon.
I'm just another apple hung on your tree. You don't care at all as long as your free. Growing more apples, most of them still green. Well I'll tell you this once, this is the last place I'll be seen.
-You laugh at her now, the little theater girl. Just wait, soon, she'll be making her bow. -She walks home from choir, singing songs in her head.
She swept in. Cold and pale. Gray as tin. Whispy and frail. She hushed my thoughts. Blew in the wind. Her hair tied in knots. At me she grinned. She never whispered a word. She was clear.
All of these unspoken words. Never pronounced, never heard. But to say them might mean rejection. So, I'll say them with careful selection...
You give to me hope. And help me to cope. When life pulls me down. You bring me around. You teach me to care. And help me to share. You make me honest. With kindness the best. From you I learned love.
Another evening fight. Another"I'm wrong your right" It's become a habit. She swings her arm at him. He will grab it. He will win. This time she is wrong. Within seconds he is gone.
As a flower grows it gets taller and taller. The life in the plant gets smaller and smaller. As it stands up the wind suddenly blows. Why should it die, Nobody knows..
I threw the message out to sea, Waiting for a return. I watched the bottle float away, The waves making it turn.
I'm tired of pretending that im okay. I'm tired of running out of excuses to say. I'm tired of hurting more and more each day when all the pain just won't go away. I'm tired of being pushed around.
Oh how I love you,. And your zebra stripes,. The soft cotton,. That keeps me warm at night,. Your fuzzy ways,. The way you ease my pain,. The way you comfort me,. The way you never change,.