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Winter's song has played so long It's lulling me to sleep Bury me in wool and feather blankets Six feet deep Ashes to ashes Dust to dust The year is at its end Praying for an early spring So I can...
She often felt like Goldilocks at work, for every time she went to sip her coffee or tea, it was typically too hot or too cold. Very rarely was it ever "just right". @seaugust ;o).
If anyone can truly have something When they have nothing at all Whatever we had Whatever it was It was really something I know it wasn't right And that it never will be But I let you inside And...
Wasting the time away Blowing off yet another day I have so much to say But it's caught in a spot In the middle of my stomach All balled-up in a knot How I want to get rid of it but I can't...
You were the brightest star Gleaming in the sky I watched you from afar And wished that you were mine When your world ended You thought no one would care If you just stopped shimmering But you didn't...
Forget everything you ever knew about her. She's never going to be the way she was before. She's changing with the seasons and everything around her. She's becoming something more.
"With each passing year, be grateful for each new line that appears on your face, for every year in which you are here with your loved ones, and they are here with you, is the greatest birthday gift...
The first time I met you, I knew... You were the one for me. Such a cliché, but just like they say... Something happened inside of me. But I bit my tongue... 'Cause I didn't want to scare you away.
Boxes full of photographs. Stolen moments from the past. Hold onto them 'cause they don't last. How it flies. Don't blink your eyes. It goes so fast. Even if you're there for every single minute.