This number may not seem too significant to you,
but to a select few it describes our school year.
It's the number of days in the entire week,
the days we cross off and await a break
it's the number of hours being stuck in the high school on an average government club day,
and the period that I dread.
It's that one number you can say to people,
and they just nod because they know how it is.
It's part of the name of that amazing techno/pop/rock band that you love to dance to,
it's the average number of years you spend in middle and high school,
the times when every single grade seems to count..
the number of state universities that
A heart that needs to be mended,
it takes time
it takes patience.
Perhaps a hug may sew a stitch
in the patchwork that makes up my heart.
Little fabric bits,
that remind me of the true meaning of love,
and why it was once good,
may patch up the holes,
that a broken heart has caused.
Stiches must be made,
one by one,
to attach the its together,
to create one again.
Silky sand,
it slides through my toes.
The sea tickles my ankles.
The waves, they crash.
Sea foam scatters,
making children cry out with joy.
A lone crabbing boat,
it thrashing with the oceans wave.
At the ocean's mercy,
it battles.
Beautiful yet frightful,
that is the lady in the sea.
Bringing joy to many,
contentment to others.
She acts as a comfort,
like hot chocolate on a cold day.
Calming,
and caressing ones senses.
My memories,
so clear.
My dear child,
you were born to soar above
all of those around you.
You have the potential
to light up the evening sky.
Life is but a notebook for you,
to write down your innermost secrets,
and to enlighten us with your intellect.
We are your humble servants,
here to inspire,
and to help create the magic
that occurs when pen meets paper,
when you write your feelings down.
In awe,
we read your work.
You stand there smugly.
What kind of gift are you,
little one?
Has He created an angel of literature,
purely for our enjoyment?
Or are you here to create miracles?
The passion in your work,
it's undescribable.
You love this,
The clouds,
they approach our humble dwelling,
like high tide does every night.
Are we safe,
from such a force of nature?
Or shall she crash upon us,
like the many waves that reside in the ocean?
Im never gonna be
never gonna be
never gonna be
worth anything to you.
I try,
I fall,
I crash,
and yet you're not here beside me.
Stuck in this world alone it seems..
lost hope,
and all of my lost dreams.
I'm never gonna be,
never gonna be
never gonna be
worth anything to you.
I'm not that kind of girl,
who can make a million friends.
I build up my wall,
and make sure nothing can come in.
Emotions,
only few I have,
sorrow, greif and hate.
For the one bastard who doesnt beleive in me,
on her I blame my fate.
I'm never gonna be
never gonna be
never gonna be
worth anything to you..
I'm never gonna be
never gonna be
Forever With Us.. Peter Munck by briiteh, literature
Literature
Forever With Us.. Peter Munck
I pray that he is safe;
and away from all the pain..
away from all the times
that cruelties were bestowed upon him.
Please bring him to a family up above,
to one that is nice and loves him..
Lead him to a place,
guide him with your loving embrace,
please just let him rest in peace.
I know you'll do your best,
to help him as he grows..
to make him feel special,
and make sure that he knows..
that back here on Earth;
we mourn him and we love him..
Lead him to a place,
loving and with a lot of space,
so he will be free to roam.
A little boy so kind;
shy and small and smart,
help him make a difference,
and help us do our part
This number may not seem too significant to you,
but to a select few it describes our school year.
It's the number of days in the entire week,
the days we cross off and await a break
it's the number of hours being stuck in the high school on an average government club day,
and the period that I dread.
It's that one number you can say to people,
and they just nod because they know how it is.
It's part of the name of that amazing techno/pop/rock band that you love to dance to,
it's the average number of years you spend in middle and high school,
the times when every single grade seems to count..
the number of state universities that
A heart that needs to be mended,
it takes time
it takes patience.
Perhaps a hug may sew a stitch
in the patchwork that makes up my heart.
Little fabric bits,
that remind me of the true meaning of love,
and why it was once good,
may patch up the holes,
that a broken heart has caused.
Stiches must be made,
one by one,
to attach the its together,
to create one again.
Silky sand,
it slides through my toes.
The sea tickles my ankles.
The waves, they crash.
Sea foam scatters,
making children cry out with joy.
A lone crabbing boat,
it thrashing with the oceans wave.
At the ocean's mercy,
it battles.
Beautiful yet frightful,
that is the lady in the sea.
Bringing joy to many,
contentment to others.
She acts as a comfort,
like hot chocolate on a cold day.
Calming,
and caressing ones senses.
My memories,
so clear.
My dear child,
you were born to soar above
all of those around you.
You have the potential
to light up the evening sky.
Life is but a notebook for you,
to write down your innermost secrets,
and to enlighten us with your intellect.
We are your humble servants,
here to inspire,
and to help create the magic
that occurs when pen meets paper,
when you write your feelings down.
In awe,
we read your work.
You stand there smugly.
What kind of gift are you,
little one?
Has He created an angel of literature,
purely for our enjoyment?
Or are you here to create miracles?
The passion in your work,
it's undescribable.
You love this,
The clouds,
they approach our humble dwelling,
like high tide does every night.
Are we safe,
from such a force of nature?
Or shall she crash upon us,
like the many waves that reside in the ocean?
Forever With Us.. Peter Munck by briiteh, literature
Literature
Forever With Us.. Peter Munck
I pray that he is safe;
and away from all the pain..
away from all the times
that cruelties were bestowed upon him.
Please bring him to a family up above,
to one that is nice and loves him..
Lead him to a place,
guide him with your loving embrace,
please just let him rest in peace.
I know you'll do your best,
to help him as he grows..
to make him feel special,
and make sure that he knows..
that back here on Earth;
we mourn him and we love him..
Lead him to a place,
loving and with a lot of space,
so he will be free to roam.
A little boy so kind;
shy and small and smart,
help him make a difference,
and help us do our part
My dear child,
you were born to soar above
all of those around you.
You have the potential
to light up the evening sky.
Life is but a notebook for you,
to write down your innermost secrets,
and to enlighten us with your intellect.
We are your humble servants,
here to inspire,
and to help create the magic
that occurs when pen meets paper,
when you write your feelings down.
In awe,
we read your work.
You stand there smugly.
What kind of gift are you,
little one?
Has He created an angel of literature,
purely for our enjoyment?
Or are you here to create miracles?
The passion in your work,
it's undescribable.
You love this,
Greetings, beautiful world
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