19 weeks and 5 days ago I conceive… Love, Mom.
I was 19 weeks and 4 days pregnant…
A small kick To remind me you’re there That you’re okay and alive I’m not alone. I’m never alone. I wish I could hold you.
You deserve so much more Than someone who can look straight Into your loving eyes And call you ugly Someone who laughs
He may love you. He probably thinks About you All the time. But that
Write me a story A story of what you love A story of how you feel Tell me what you hide in your mind Where no one can see your vulnerab…
Thank you. For the knives you ran through my… For your unfaithfulness For your lies For your bad life choices
How do I tell you That I have fallen out of love Without hurting you? Sometimes you try so hard Building a life piece by piece
A gentle breeze flows today As my engine reaches its limit Feel the thunder in my veins... One little Rev Just to remind you
lonely is a feel that stamps your heart a seal. sitting in a dark room all through the days doom. nothing to merry
Conste que no es fantasía lo que les voy a contar: los personajes son reales, viven en cualquier lugar, un matrimonio, la hija,
En una hermosa campiña Donde florece la piña Aroman las flores Y arrulla el palmar. Mirando el cielo azulado
...You collect calluses,...
...Beneath my callused...
...only be hurt to be shown the acknowledgement was an allusion...
...We are under no allusions... ...We are under no allusions...
...My hands are callused...
...(Allusions everybody knows)....
...They warm to a home allusion... ...Will warm to a home allusion...
...Pain is a fake and time is an allusion....
...fredonne mais de discrets clins d’oeil et de fines allusions...
...An Allusion to the Phoenix...
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Earth rais’d up her head From the darkness dread and drear. Her light fled, Stony dread! And her locks cover’d with grey de…
Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, and Future, s… Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk’d among the ancient tree…
How sweet I roam’d from field to… And tasted all the summer’s pride, 'Till I the prince of love beheld… Who in the sunny beams did glide! He shew’d me lilies for my hair,
Whether on Ida’s shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas’d; Whether in Heav’n ye wander fair,
“Do you remember me? or are you pr… Lightly advancing thro’ her star—t… Ianthe said, and lookt into my eye… “A yes, a yes, to both: for Memor… Where you but once have been must…
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry: Oh! if you felt the pain I feel! But Oh, who ever felt as I! No longer could I doubt him true;
Soon, O Ianthe! life is o’er, And sooner beauty’s heavenly smile… Grant only (and I ask no more), Let love remain that little while.
