I Remember Christmas Day
Around this time of year; December. I often miss the little girl who'd wake up at 5 in the morning. Quietly tip-toeing towards the living area. Trying to see if Santa has came yet.
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Around this time of year; December. I often miss the little girl who'd wake up at 5 in the morning. Quietly tip-toeing towards the living area. Trying to see if Santa has came yet.
When you were here. Back at the start. You held me near. And you had my heart. When cold you'd be my heater. You'd just hate my toes. You'd always warm me. And with your lips you'd warm my nose.
I can still remember The winter suns ray Lighting your face On that Christmas Day I took your coat Knew something was wrong You nervously smiled Said you couldn't stay long Exchanging gifts As...
#colourchallenge#sepia Sepia are my memories of the time that we once shared, many visitors came into my life, but you were the one that truly cared.
#colour #color #sepia His photograph; now faded, The colors were once bold, His bright smile now sepia, A past memory of old.
I was younger then Captured within a frame As much as I change It will always remain the same Put up on a wall Or held together in a book Wherever it's held It's there for people to look Now go...
All we were And all we had Have faded to A sepia photograph, Snapshot of a Perfect summer love, Tinged, burned, By time and distance, Corners furled, Premature ageing Of our hearts, Though we hold on...
#colourchallenge #sepia the color of your eyes has faded away with age and grace your slowly slipping falling in this endless hope your life has gone blunt like a sepia tone has washed over it...
It's been such a long time, since we did last chat. I hope you've been fine, I hope your happy where you're at. I see that you have went off and done something with your life.
The striped bear, Worn from hugs. Now he lies there, Discarded in between rugs. The dog eared book, Read, re read and read. Food stains all over, From reading when fed.
That thing that makes you laugh every single time you think about it. That one song that makes you so happy and playing it on repeat makes you happy. The one colour that makes your eyes stand out.
A short story A long time ago, there was a girl. She was awkward and deep and had stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair.
I fly away, but never far. 1997, the year I died. I hadn't noticed it at the time, but a chain of events were started which have ended here, in this half a heart.
#10wordchallenge Standing in the wistful wind and eager RAIN, The sweet mix of JAZZ and blues playing in my ears; I close my smokey eyes, and DREAM of that NIGHT, And wipe away a mascaraed tear.
Last time that I went to an informal class with this granny to learn Arabic for holy Quran recitation was in 2002.
It's been so long since iv seen you, You have always been there for me, Just for a shoulder to cry on, I can still picture your smile , your laugh and your song You were here when I left you , And...
That blue alien family, Adverts on tv. They're the cutest little things, I ever did see. Argos shoppers, Touched my heart. Everytime they feature, A smile will start. The blue father, The blue mother.
When I was a small child. I always used to sing. My favourite place. Was on my swing. I would sit for hours. With the sun over high. Daydream with songs. The world floated by. I would charge 10 pence.
Think back to the time when you were four. When the thought Santa excited you more. With just the thought of him at your door. You'd stay up until your eyes were sore.
#adventchallenge My dad was a baker He made the bread dough We lived above the bakery Mum & Dad with me and bro We moved to a bigger house But dad still baked the bread He'd bring home lots of...
#adventchallenge It started with the cupboard under the stairs; That was pretty safe for a few good years.
Remember those times, When all was sweet. Nothing was sour; It was an endless treat. Think of the days, Of you and me. When we loved each other, It was plain to see.
They will tell of us, By the fire, Reminiscing days of old. Sone wireless minds, Might call them liars, All the stories that they've told.
I told you I'd been searching for an age old stocking filler The search has been exhausting, in fact it's been a killer But right now I'm so excited, I've had to wear a muzzle The search is at an...