A Cherished Friend
The truest of friends. Always stand strong. Stand by one another. Whether right or wrong. A true friend. Has a hand to hold. A cuddle of warmth. When life seems cold. Friends together.
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The truest of friends. Always stand strong. Stand by one another. Whether right or wrong. A true friend. Has a hand to hold. A cuddle of warmth. When life seems cold. Friends together.
#youngwritersemotion You slit my heart, You cracked it twice, I played the part, And that's you nice.
The leaves have fallen again, of the old maple tree. Painting the ground red, As the rule of destiny.
A bird can't be in a cage It will keep on existing But die at young age Try take the bird away It will cry It will beg to stay It imprisons despite will No dreams allowed This place, it's in for...
Angel-soft; a tone bright and pure as a prayer Floats iridescent and glittering Across nights blindness, With dark clouds; it's dulled stars; Raindrops falling (not like pearly joy, but tears).
Spinning colors,. Under the glass mirrors. of a kaleidoscope,. Slipping under until. you lit me on fire with your love & hope,. In sequence with very heart beat,. Burned by the heat,.
Lay me round in the thistle-down. Brushing softly on my skin,. Make a bed of scarlet roses. So fragrant will my end have been. Line my hair with daisies fair. Hide each red and shining mark.
The night grows dark Eyes seek and follow all around Of animals and insects That know no earthly bounds The only sound that I can hear Hiss and crackling of the fire The potion that it heats so...
Rising off of your cold skin... A smokey heat from within. Your passionate love you might not show, But at least I know it's down below. ©Odd I may seem like a emotionless cow sometimes...
Love Love To love a Person...
[one bad word] A purple liquid boils, Inside me, As I sweat and toil, I submerge myself, Beneath its skin, Let the liquid, Take me in, My worse crime, Was this passion, The purple laced black, This...
Dreams, They never die But grow cold In the hushed midnight Don't let go Of your heart Keep the color swirls in your head, Your works of art.
I love you, Like the moon Loves the first kiss Of the night's darkness. I love you, Like the swallow Loves the song of The long summer's sun.
Every minute, Of everyday, Someone foolish, Will openly say... Every second, of every hour, A naive idiot, Will say with power... Every month, Of every year, A stupid guy will say, In a soft purr...
Fix and mend Love and tend The pedal begins to move As the memories unfold A movie that plays on and on Wake yourself now It's time to move on Take a look back Can you walk ahead Or must you turn...
Revision, precision, the skilful division, The very first line is a crafted decision, Emotion, commotion, a dreadful devotion, A pot of ink, stirred into quite a dark potion.
I'm tired but my mind won't sleep. I sleep a little but never deep. My dreams are foggy and throat is sore. I want three cups of tea or maybe even more. My head is killing me from inside out.
What do I see when I look at you. I see a radiant light. Shining from deep within you and lighting up the night. A little ray of sunshine. The odd moonbeam too. Picks out the twinkling starlight.
The day I would meet you, Is the day that you left, So when this day's new, You and I will start fresh, The place we had planned, You went an hour early, You'd sat alone in the sand, Where we first...
Tap tap tap A small look up in hope No inspiration forming Head down with a sighful mope. Tap tap tap Blank paper is still blank. Ideas have scurried away Heart is being sank.
I never thought I'd find, Something I truly good at. Although my teammates were kind, I detested sports, As for building stuff, I never got past sheet forts.
I play a single role To fill the hole Inside my soul Its my only goal But can I fill it. NO Because NOTHING fits. And if it does it slips. Or doesn't stick. Or doesn't quite fit.
We do what we do, You go where you go, It feels what it feels, I know what I know. Wir sind was wir sind, Du bist was du bist Ich bin was ich bin, Und es ist was es ist.
A book Should Always Draw You in From the Second You Begin If it doesn't And 0 Catch Your Eye You put It back With a Heavy Sigh...