Fifth Wheel Turning
We got to thinking About why you're with me Just another man in the men's room Pissing seconds at the stall.
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We got to thinking About why you're with me Just another man in the men's room Pissing seconds at the stall.
I'm sure she'd said something new Something bright with shiny polished clues Something wrapped up in silky views Something like: "I love you too" I was incognito Surface temperament below...
One stands alone. In the sparkling crystal vase. Usually there would be more. But this is not the case. A lone petal fall. The first one of the hour. Love wilts away slowly.
I scrape my living, Through some endless means, For mother and child, Unlike other teens. Don't come to me, All big and smart, Complaining of life, That to mine, is art.
Crawl under the covers. When you are so near. Put your arm round me. Pull me near. Feel your heartbeat so close to mine. Let's just take this one step at a time. But our baby's in the next room.
9 months ago I got the news, You give me a reason to give up the booze. You were only a little un-developed foetus, But already I couldn't wait till you would meet us.
That feeling you get. When you meet your son. You can see his life. Before the years come. Those first words. And his first love you. Makes me feel so proud. And my love for you so true.
My new little friends, Just two beauties to see. The day that we meet will be special to me. So small and so innocent, Little cherubs you are. I wish you were here now, Instead rather far.
#halloweenparty (sort of). There's always that one doorbell that no kid will press. That house where the curtains haven't moved in twenty years and no less.
Many moons ago, when I sat upon my father's knee I would look up to him and wonder what I'd be Would I be a soldier fighting for my land Or would I be a singer in a punk rock band Years passed by...
A child was once concieved,. It started off extremely small. The child was full of hope and faith. And the power to conquer all. The child was simple to the eye,. But beautiful all the same.
** last night, two of my friends became proud parents of a beautiful baby girl. I wrote this for her ** Your first 12 hours in the world, You already command it.
I wake in the morning. With such a big smile. Remembering things. Thats made life worthwhile. A daughter who's ten. A son who is eight. To see these again. I can not wait. They visit my home.
What a difference a day makes, World on my shoulders through the night I know to turn a cheek, I know what it takes A walk with the kids and a daft poem 'bout shite.
Look into the eyes of your newborn child. Cradling his body in your arms. So fragile, dependent, you're brimming with love. Delicate hands, curled in your palms. Watch him grow, take his first steps.
Have you ever had a moment Like Deja Vu I had one with you son When I held you It was something special I felt Love in my heart How else could I explain it. Where could I start.
I wrote you a poem today, See I promised myself I wouldn't tell you this shit today but tomorrow is never promised so i feel there's urgency in the shit I need to say.
Scene 2: Shoot. [Its is now the following spring but it is not in the air. Same tree. They are sitting on a blanket post picnic] He: I think he’s got your eyes. She: He hasn’t, he’s got my dads.
I am a rat, I am a snake, I am slimy, I am scaly, I am dirty and I'm fat, I am a worm, I wriggle through the dirt, I am a bat, I bite till it hurts, I am all this and more, I am the dirt on the...
It went quiet. The house settled edgily On council concrete. Embarrassed plumbing Gurgled once, then stopped. I sniffed, The sound not cushioned By flesh or conversation, Burst on barbed seconds.
Before I had my baby I could just get up and go whenever and where ever I wanted, sleep, eat and shower when I wanted…& now I can still do those things… just after he eats, after he sleeps, after he...
I am sat here in a rocking chair... I've just got back from London,Where I had a casting today for a new set of advertisements for Eurostar... London was busy, but now I'm home.
(Fanfic, but don't need to watch show in order to read it. I don't own Buffy!) "Angel, look." Buffy whispered in a faint voice. Her forehead was still damp with sweat from many hours of birth.
The day you were born You looked so delicate So small But full of life The first hold The first cry Was the most magical feeling I felt inside.