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Greet you with a smile You smile back too You greet me with a wink And a "nice to meet you" Then you take my hand Give it a little kiss There's a blush on your cheeks This isn't something I...
Un giorno Clara e la sua migliore amica chiara stavano camminando per un supermercato e nelle vicinanze si trovava un ragazzo Marco che chiara conosceva di avvicinano a lui è affiancò a lui si...
It's been awhile since I said I miss you. Yeah, I don't know you but I like you so. I keep my mind clear for so long, oh please, do hold your stand strong.
She sat mindlessly pushing the tea bag around the oversized paper cup. It didn't matter how good the tea was, those horrible UHT milk cartons made it all taste terrible.
It all felt natural today, There was nothing fake about it, Everything seemed just as real As the trees that surrounded us And the buildings that lay before us.
Jessica: Chase...Chase is that you. *chase turns around and begins to walk to Jessica with his arms wide open* Chase: Jess. Well I haven't seen you since...umm yeah.....
Sitting at the traffic lights. I vaguely looked across. And I am glad I did. For it would have been my loss. In that fleeting moment. A lovely thing to see. This pretty looking girl.
Chapter 3 I took my 3 bags. Walked downstairs and went to the car. The building was not that big. Only two floors. The car was waiting on the street. It was a red car. Not big but I loved it.
He had been down on his luck Seven days without a win He was in a right old ruck But still he never gave in A hope, a dream, a cold stare He knew someone had to care In his mind he did rearrange...
The young girl was smiling when he walked through the door, She didn't notice him come strolling across the floor.
He'd been sitting at her table, and he watched her face, as she dealt the cards. He was hoping she was lucky, all he needed now, was the ace of hearts.
She is on the flight from London to LA for some unsettled details of a potential job there.
She was a cyclist, pedalling down past the old fashioned shops on a metallic blue bicycle. Her hair flew behind her like a wild yet beautiful horse's mane, with faintly familiar brunette strands.
I blushed, seconds after colliding with the stranger in front of me. My head drooped as I collected my suitcase from the floor.
One day I was walking along a road on my way back from my mums but then, a piece of paper flew into my face.