Clare
If you were to fall, I would grab you, Clutch you, Tight in my arms, Never let you fall, In front of harm.
Lives In glorious Kent, a stones throw from the sea, at the entry to the Thames. Where the weather can show a breathtaking scenery
If you were to fall, I would grab you, Clutch you, Tight in my arms, Never let you fall, In front of harm.
I am smiling more and more, With an ache upon my jaw, And a heart of true devotion, I find it hooked to me.
A look of despair can be stowed away in the gloom of winter, thus in the spring may he euphorically leap in to the pit of life.
I'm not sure of this feeling, which has me here and there. Wether the gladness in my heart is unbalanced by the uncertainty that lingers. If her love is true and fair.
The beams of the setting sun illuminate the stars, one last time before it is dragged away to another place. Stunning purples and reds dance and entwine, as if parading for the sky above them.
If love is true Yet truth is blind What makes these words Less a lie For all that's said Here and now Are left to me To silent prow.
The joy of many escapes so few, To what we cling on to, The sound of a loved one calling our name, The smell that initiates a nerve of remembrance, How so many angels are removed from this earth.
Coffee, log fire, muffin, book..... Now that's what I call perfect.
I feel a warm glow, from an ember I thought was extinguished deep within me. A smile has been established on my face, bringing joy and happiness along for the journey.
When the wind flows through the trees and plants, The leafs glide along the paths and streets which they envy so much, Where rivers run upon the rocks and pebbles which they lay upon.
Only through the times of darkness and depression, love will shine the most. A smile of reassurance, A look of hope, A feeling of strength.
The sun lightens the fields with ecstasy, Raising them to the prospects of the future. A life planned from arrival to departure. Unbeknown to them a price planned already.
She staggers around aimlessly, finally finding her footing, launching off from her solid footing, She starts to build pace, and finally gets back in the race, Gallivanting up the track, Clawing her...
All I feel is restricted, bound, uncertain why. Preying to which ever deity may help me from this antagonising circumstance.
Love is one of those funny things, It can make you cry, And sometimes sing. For if the heart did not ache, Loosing you, I could appreciate.
All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope..
An early rise was a brilliant idea,. To see the sun rise from the moon light sky,. With the light illuminating,. The clouds participating in a dance of the heavens,.
As I left this morning, I turned away from my house feeling a fresh start, in the fog I felt a overpowering aura as if I was of to a good beginning.
The history of our ancestors, Will echo through generations, We must embrace where we come from, Cherish and develop who we are..
Does contain some offensive language Fun and games were never my thing, I went through a faze of annoying bling, From mercedes badges, To clowns on wings, They were definitely the strangest of...
Lingering on through a dusty road, No-one to help and nowhere to go, I thought the worst, Was long far gone, Until I come across, A damn sing along.
True friends are good and hard to find That's what I was told by a chum of mine, We'd go to places near and far, In search of buddies, to have a good laugh.
London in all it's might and glory, overpowers the feelings of freedom but induces a sense of security. With speechless sceneries that can make you feel, as you and nature have a entwined purpose.
He cautiously wonders into the restricted area, almost discretely avoiding the chance of a single sound, wading through as if treading upon fragile glass.
In the morning I was brought to subdued consciousness, when an divine odour lingered in my senses.
“The dreams of the broken are mightier than the wishes of the dead” Dodinsky.
With winter brings snow and a fresh start, With spring brings a glimmer of hope, With summer brings sun and rays of joy, Whilst fall brings the end of life.
The weather come rain, come shine, shall never be mine. In the morning it will define. For be better or wetter, what ever the weather. My love keeps on a high..
The reason for the future should not be clouded by the past. But encouraged by experience!.