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#adventchallenge#christmaslist. My Christmas list. Is to have one big wish. To have all friends near. The ones I hold so dear. We're a scattered bunch. That don't often do lunch.
#opussweeklychallenge. My favourite ever gift. Was a stocking filler, small. It didn't need a plug. Or any batteries at all. I'd woken in the morning. (Santa was my mum). I'd usually join the others.
Oh sweet recall And memory Bring back winter's history, Of playing in The snow with you Like we were children, Snowball fight Till soaking through And building snowmen, We even did the cliché; Stuck...
Cross channel terry offered me some merch Setting up his stall in the graveyard of the church Cigarettes,alcohol and lots of random stuff Like a signed copy of new kids on the blocks hanging in...
Inspired by 'The Box' by @deviltortoise -------------------- You just sit there all day, Looking cute, cuddly, happy But, My old teddy bear, Only we know where we've been What we've done And what...
I feel like everyone should have that moment. That special moment that you can never let go. With that special someone. Mine was at a party.
I remember the last words you said to me Like it was only yesterday But infact it's six whole years you see I left in a hurry with things still left to say.
As I sat there, perched upon the side, he got the paint ready. The paint was for me but I didn't see why, I didn't need it. I looked fine. I looked around me.
Finding peace of mind in green. At our highest peak we owned the town. We were in bloom. our lives were rich without money. Everyone in town knew our name. My strum, your drum. Our sound...
I looked ahead and couldn't believe What I saw - do my eyes decieve. There's a box, wrapped in ribbon that's ravish me red. I open it up and look inside.
Wish I knew what to write… guess its just gonna be one of those days… The sky is grey. The sun's away. A gale blows. There's no sign of snow.
In a pond a dream lies. A wishing stone, wrapped in youth, Anchored deeply, out of sight, A promise bound in truth.
You make my heart heat up. And quicken in pace. I'm nervous and lovesick. And adoring the chase. You looking my way. Makes me hide my grin. And I secretly dream. Of your touch on my skin.
The smell of Chinese takeaway, The voices on tv, Our song, scratched out on vinyl, And the way you look at me.
You say goodbye to the halls and the classes. Say hello to a job and the taxes. The weekends with old friends spilling into 9 to 5 routine.
Little eyelids flutter by Dreaming of the butterfly Made new friends They'll be 'till the end Making circles Singing songs Hop and jump Run and talk That's so close to life Yet so far Like dawn...
Remember me the way I was. Remember my sunshine, remember my crashing waves and endlessly stretching sandy beaches. Remember me as I was and the memories made across me.
The cold cuts to bone, warmth flees from the day, the winter months close in, skies of gray. Into this house I flee, my escape from the cold, the warmth of the fire, more valued than gold.
I wake up in the morning and I open my eyes I look out the window and up to the skies and I wonder, is this all there is.
These photos tell of days gone by. Looking back at the memories we have created. Holding back the tears with mournful sighs. People missing from everyday life their absence understated.
Verse one: I'm just sitting here, Watching the world go by, How things have changed since then, How time flies.
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I like television, who doesn't.
I was riding shotgun with Ma hair undone in the front seat of his car I turn around turn the radio down he says baby is something wrong I sayed nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song...