As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
oh, the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms…
You are a shiny fiery beacon,
Guiding the lost wanderer
He bacame blinded with delight,
Moved by your fiery grace
The sound of your voice resonates,
Easing all the misfortune
You hold the center of attention
Like the Midday sun in a cloudless sky
The fine touch of your fingers
Light the flame within the heart;
Each stroke that caresses feeds the flame
Soon, he became engulfed with true passion
Your boyish charm enchants the soul,
Leaving poor fools to daydream of you
Nothing sweeter than the smile you hold;
Forever engraved within memories to cherish
Reality is left uncertain,
Where will your shiny fiery essence go
My mom is amazing,
but her cooking,
as terrible as it can be,
it will send you choking.
My mom is so smart with my homework,
she helps me every night,
to make me smarter,
but I don’t need her because I get every problem right.
My mom is sweet,
candy and treats,
but I refuse,
because I really like wheat.
My mom’s smile,
makes me cry tears of joy,
I always love her,
because she’s full of soy.
I love my mom,
I love her true,
but her singing,
is really cruel.
(Source: teamorestes)
(Source: psychic-city-bitch)