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It's not all about the figure, the style and the looks, Don't ever go looking in all of the books. Your beautiful in everyway, You might not always see it but you always have to say.
Sorry opuss been busy. I have been out in the city. Walking around with my dad. Oh my, the fun we had. Just spending time in the afternoon. More fun to come soon. That's why I have not written today.
I'm wanting to patent something quick. A button to press upon my hip. When life is getting me all stressed. The tension button on my hip I'll press. It could help to give you a boost.
A fella called @Barknbite Thought it just couldn't be right Chocolate and cheese. Oh, pur-lease.
Hey guys I'm back and I know its been a while but I went to Paris. It was a shock because my parents told me I was going to Brighton!. So here is a little poem about something (that I climbed!).
Why am I awake. It's only half past five. Worked hard yesterday. Barely felt alive. I thought it may have been. Just a toilet break. Oh land of Nod, please take me back. My sanity's at stake.
Every day. every night. between my head and my heart. there's a fight. My head says to go. my heart says to stay. what should i do. this isn't the way. My head says to hate. my heart says never.
Time passes with the running stream, Fleeting like most hopes and dreams, Like the sound of the ticking clock, Pain flies on with the soaring flock, And the flow of life continues on, Into the night...
Take an apple, take a pear, take a hint of lime. I think we should proceed for this is the time. To create, to imagine to mix and match. Give it hands to hold and hands to catch.
The Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again. I had almost forgotten. How to be something more. My heart had gone rotten. Bled out on the floor. As you walked out the door. I fell into despair.
I don't know what to write, It's like my words have taken flight, Left me without a light, Gave me quite a fright, I gave up without a fight.
Tired kitten, Sleepy kitten, Wants to go to sleep. Yawning kitten, Snoozy kitten, Tonight, you'll hear no peep. Happy kitten, Purring kitten, Content in hotel bed.
Pretty little neat kisses Drop like small raindrops that drip Upon my lips A smatter, a spit of glitter So bright, a little bitter A shine in your eye, a frosty gloss, Each wishful kiss, brief and...
Knock knock on the door. Is it who I am waiting for. Is it you with the thing I think it is. Or is it someone else, I hate this. Slowly walking to the door.
#youngwritershousehold. The clouds are my pillow,. I sleep in the sky,. I drift on the wind,. I swoop, I fly,. The thunder's my anger,. My hate, rage and fire,. The rainbows, my dreams,.
Star crossed lovers. Having fun under the covers. Is this just a love affair. Or do you sincerely care. I don't think I want to know. I just want to see this bond grow. You understand me.
His beautiful brown eyes, Chocolate brown that you just melt into Sometimes he can be a kid and chase mice But he's the hero in my life to put a smile on my face when I'm blue His majestic mane of...
Life is like pasta,. Exactly like pasta,. And I will tell you,. How I know,. Both can be spicy,. Or simple and plain,. Both twisting and curving,. Or sheets in a row,. If left unattended,.
Life and love are so amazing. But So is my new double glazing. Marriage and sex can be so fantastic. But so are my new doors in lovely white plastic. I love to see pretty girls in summery frocks.
I started as an unknown, Longing to write with the best. Inspiration then started to flow, Poetry became an enjoyable test. I've learnt a whole lot about myself, I'll never be the same again.
First of all, it’s a big responsibility, So think long and hard before deciding on love.
A rod drips in to cool open waters, Beware, this pond guarded by otters, Silver fish slip slowly between the eyes, Some brown, green or blue as skies, The bait is beauty, humour and wit, An attitude...
Innocence is a thing of beauty,. Gorgeous and divine,. Not sneaky or snoopy,. But somehow still can shine,. It's pure as a rose,. Clear as day,. But it's you who chose,. What game to play,.
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