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Little lady you are wise. Little lady you are so kind. We come to you for all advice. Soft brown hair and hazel eyes. A smile that lights the sky. Little lady you are so hard working.
Opuss seems so...empty, My feed is just the same, It would be nice to see, A different style or a name.
Hey guys, what do you, Have against rain. Hey what part of it, Do you find a pain. What's wrong, With a little water. Has it ever, Tried to slaughter. Why do you think, It is a mess.
Colour is the mover, The motion and the force, A swirling revolution, The energy, the source. Colour is the changer, It brings the world alive. It makes me who and what I am. I need colour to survive.
The littlest things you say, Make my heart skip a beat, Whenever you say 'hi!' or 'hey!' I get tingles from my head to feet.
In memory of Sarah Hancock who passed 18th September 2012, aged 35...
The Storm The lightning flashes, And illuminates the clouds. A stream of constant dashes; A watercolour of sound.
If I could cry for the thousand kisses. The ones at first temptation and vibrating feeling, tremble and power. The ones fall shortly after of wisdom and caring laughter.
Imagining a world. Where love and lust don't exist. No more heartbroken souls. Taking blades to their wrists. No more adulterous husbands. Or moonlighting wives. No more crimes of a passion.
Won't miss the English weather. The wind and rain and such. I'm up for fun in the stateside sun. Can't wait to feel its touch. Won't miss the daily grind. No I won't miss the job.
If I wrote a line of poetry, Each and every day. And turned it into a song To keep your blues away. Would it keep you from loving another. Or make you happier to leave.
There needs to be a contract. To sign before love starts. There should be some sort of guidelines. To protect our precious hearts. There needs to be some comeback. For those who break the laws.
Me and my bezzy are a perfect fit, Salt and pepper, we're an endless pit, Of friendship and caring, Loving and pairing, Two peas in a pod, Haddock and cod, Tomato and BBQ, Ones the 'peek' and the...
You and your silent despair, Your pain goes everywhere. Killing everyone on it's way, You keep telling them you're okay. I wonder if you believe your lies, While all the happiness in you dies.
To make a spark into a flame, Return life once again. The memories drift like ribbons of silk, They sooth your uneasiness as would pure white milk.
A tribute to my best friend who senses when something is wrong, cheers me up when I'm down and is the most genuine honest guy a girl could ever know.
I am cold, Colder than ice, Still, No breath, No heartbeat, Baited in the snow, A brilliant blue, An icicle hanging low.
. A part of me f alls with every leaf.A fragment slipp ing from my sel f belief.
In life people and friends come and go But you'll always be near,of that I know You Never judge me or let me down You always pick me up when I wear a frown You make my life a much better place Your...
Crashing tides against still rocks. Washing machines full of odd white socks. Broken dreams of a once hope filled child. Spoken screams of one usually so mild.
Light, delicate, soft whispers of wind,. The whooshing wonder where angels take wing,. A hurricane's element, so changeable and strange,. What a brilliant mystery, with the greatest range,.
(not asking for followers) Dedicated to Opuss for lifting my rank up high. Not just Opuss, but all my followers. I was rank 1562, but now I'm in the top 100. Rank 72. Thanks, like very much.
I have to write a poem, My poem for the day. But nothing else has happened, There's nothing here to say. Well today, today. I went to the zoo.
It's my friend, Mr. Grey Said Mr. Blue Sky Dropping off rain As he rolls on by You'll have to accept That autumn is here And you won't see much From me I fear Grey said, I'm afraid Mr.