What held her to that disappointing desk of incoming calls, demanding customers, and arrogant bosses? She had enough education to land a cosmic sunbeam from a distant planet, yet here she sits. It was definitely time to make some changes. And this desk, was about to be tossed out the window.
You only hold on to the hand that held you when you were small. The hand is old and withered and the skin is transparent. The love that the hand represents is beyond all that you know. The greatest thing is to have held her hand.
i guess we are held in a world of chances and curses all around us but still I love this world and like to live here for my whole life. I believe that by being held in this world we are called humans.
Held. I want to be held. But I’m fat and ugly and psychotic. Noone wants to hold me. But I want to be held.I hate myself. I love you. Hold me, you’re perfect, I’ll be yours forever. It’s no use. I suck.
he held me in his arms, this was all wrong and I knew it but I so wanted it, I wanted it more than I had ever wanted to be held in my life. The way he touched me made me ache for more than just a touch how the hell was I ever going to face my husband and tell him I was in love with his best friend.
he held it for ages and he loved without any thought to the outside world and no matter how hard he tried he could not let it go. At the same time a girl held an identical object but could not think of holding on to it for any longer.
Held….in the palm of your hand. Caressed at times. Never wanting anything more, never needing anything less. An act of kindness that makes a difference deep within the soul.
back from all the negativities htat capture my mind, im lost in a world of held back. i wanan explore into freedom of down town of my mind and let it go as i explore the further notions that let me go from being held back. i wanna love live and run with the thoguth of my mind that transceend the notions of held back… i pause and i sit stil lwith nothing more to write because i always find msyelf behind the bars of held back. sixty second flaws of writing fast as i can because the wrod that came to mind was held back..
She held him in her arms, as though it was the first time. She didn’t want to release her grip. This was the final farewell, how had it come to this. The years had flown, and now there were only memories to carry her threw.
I held something in my hand. Held, as in I no longer hold it anymore. I’m not sure what exactly I’m referring to. I’ve held somebody in times of need and loneliness. I miss this person very much.
I held my blanket close to me. So soft and warm. The ultimate comfort – especially in these cold winter nights. It’s old now, but it has served oh so well. Plus, it’s green. I can’t go wrong with anything that’s green. It’s lost most of its fluff, but again, that’s okay. It has the memories, and those are enough to keep me warm.
You held me that night, held onto the words and the whispers and tears.
You let me know that I was your everything, the one thing you couldn’t let go of.
The fire roared behind us and I softly cried out my words.
I was scared.
The future was so far yet to close and I didn’t want to let you go.
You’re words gave me shivers.
But you’re gone now.
They’re gone now.
Faded into something that we can’t hold onto anymore.
he held my hand the whole
time
and never let go
although that was just in my head
a turn of the head a change of intonation
we stood 3 ft apart the whole time
but there’s time
there’s time
she’s fucking weird.
why does she keep looking at me?
“I held her in my arms” is a song by the Violent Femmes. The preppy tune is underlied by a deeper message. One that speaks of a little loss and a lot of worship. Where else would you want someone but in your arms?
She held her arms out, waiting for him to come, to move to her. But he wasn’t moving toward her, he didnt even turn his head. He didn’t hear her because he was far away from this place. Gone.
I held in my arms the most precious gift. The beginning of a new life, a new chance. I could finally undo all of the mistakes I had made and start over I remember when I thought that, holding her so gently, but..it was not to be. Mistakes do not disappears they follow you.. haunting. I would surely ruin this wonderful being, tearing her life apart with my selfishness.
He held my hands as tight as he could. he wanted to be friends with me ,I could sense that he were scared about something, if i only new that this little boy was in trouble, then i would have acted faster.
She gently reached out and grasped my hand in hers. As we touched, my heart almost exploded. I knew now in this moment that this is how it ought to be. Me and her, together at long last. A comfortable silence between us, we both knew that this was the way it was always supposed to end.
to be held is to not be able to move and be stuck… not being free to move around.. time is wasterd and makes you unhappy its usually forced or done by yourself.
They were waiting for us. I didn’t even feel or see them and then they were there. Drake walked up to them staring them out. “I am glad you made it” Suzanne said. I could feel Drake’s anger, it was almost tangible. Heck he almost died because of their actions, he held the belief that it wasn’t an accident, that they summoned the creatures with the intention of killing him. Well they failed.
I held her in my arms for what I felt might be the last time in my life. All I ever wanted to do was hold her like this till the end of time and I guess from the looks of things here I’ve finally gotten my wish. By the direst means imaginable…
Nothing left to do but love her if only till the end of time.
Rose, Rose, Rose.. I thought to myself, her name having echoed through my head all this time. Wondering where she’d been, and how she was.. If she’d finally found someone who could live with her, grow with her, die with her.. Someone, not like myself.
She opened her hands and raised them to the sky, releasing the dandelions she held in her palms. The wind took to them at once, gathering them up in its path, lifting and spreading them all across the landscape around her.
I miss when you held me close and just starred at me and smile and said that you missed me. I miss when you held my hand while we walked through the empty halls. I miss when you helf every one of our moments dear. I guess I just miss everything the thought of us held. I’m going to miss being held by you.
I held onto those hands that were so tiny; I listened to that voice as soft as lightning. I heard the thunder rumbling closer, and wondered when the storm will actually unleash.
I have been held up in a traffic jam. The scroching heat which wipes out all the enegry in a human body is making me all weak. rejenuvating myself for the days work needs a kick start.
It was held in the hands of the most eldest of them all. They looked at it, wondering what would happen in the next couple of days. They did not know where it came from or what would be done…he would tell them…and then they would see how it would happen, now it was found.
being held is being stopped of something you love or like, which also sometimes makes your life still.
What held her to that disappointing desk of incoming calls, demanding customers, and arrogant bosses? She had enough education to land a cosmic sunbeam from a distant planet, yet here she sits. It was definitely time to make some changes. And this desk, was about to be tossed out the window.
You only hold on to the hand that held you when you were small. The hand is old and withered and the skin is transparent. The love that the hand represents is beyond all that you know. The greatest thing is to have held her hand.
held inside the glass was a man who’s body glowed like a museum piece and they were lined up ’round the block to see.
i guess we are held in a world of chances and curses all around us but still I love this world and like to live here for my whole life. I believe that by being held in this world we are called humans.
Held. I want to be held. But I’m fat and ugly and psychotic. Noone wants to hold me. But I want to be held.I hate myself. I love you. Hold me, you’re perfect, I’ll be yours forever. It’s no use. I suck.
Held a baby, a child. A mother’s held.
I don’t hold onto it no longer. What have I held onto.
What have I held onto?
he held me in his arms, this was all wrong and I knew it but I so wanted it, I wanted it more than I had ever wanted to be held in my life. The way he touched me made me ache for more than just a touch how the hell was I ever going to face my husband and tell him I was in love with his best friend.
a new word please the item said, he wanted to be held but that was all that came out
he held it for ages and he loved without any thought to the outside world and no matter how hard he tried he could not let it go. At the same time a girl held an identical object but could not think of holding on to it for any longer.
Held….in the palm of your hand. Caressed at times. Never wanting anything more, never needing anything less. An act of kindness that makes a difference deep within the soul.
held back
held in
held onto
held up
held together
held tight
held you.
He held my hand as we walked along the dark streets. Sometimes my life seems like little more than one boy after another.
being held by someone in times of need. The ‘feel good’ factor when someone holds you close.
back from all the negativities htat capture my mind, im lost in a world of held back. i wanan explore into freedom of down town of my mind and let it go as i explore the further notions that let me go from being held back. i wanna love live and run with the thoguth of my mind that transceend the notions of held back… i pause and i sit stil lwith nothing more to write because i always find msyelf behind the bars of held back. sixty second flaws of writing fast as i can because the wrod that came to mind was held back..
She held him in her arms, as though it was the first time. She didn’t want to release her grip. This was the final farewell, how had it come to this. The years had flown, and now there were only memories to carry her threw.
I held something in my hand. Held, as in I no longer hold it anymore. I’m not sure what exactly I’m referring to. I’ve held somebody in times of need and loneliness. I miss this person very much.
I caught my dreams in my hands …and held them and promised never to let go ….
what does held means????
i dont know that word
my first language is arabic
and im good at english but i dont know what that word means??!!!
OMG!
I held my blanket close to me. So soft and warm. The ultimate comfort – especially in these cold winter nights. It’s old now, but it has served oh so well. Plus, it’s green. I can’t go wrong with anything that’s green. It’s lost most of its fluff, but again, that’s okay. It has the memories, and those are enough to keep me warm.
Myself
You held me that night, held onto the words and the whispers and tears.
You let me know that I was your everything, the one thing you couldn’t let go of.
The fire roared behind us and I softly cried out my words.
I was scared.
The future was so far yet to close and I didn’t want to let you go.
You’re words gave me shivers.
But you’re gone now.
They’re gone now.
Faded into something that we can’t hold onto anymore.
he held my hand the whole
time
and never let go
although that was just in my head
a turn of the head a change of intonation
we stood 3 ft apart the whole time
but there’s time
there’s time
she’s fucking weird.
why does she keep looking at me?
You held my hand as my world fell apart.
You held me close mending my broken heart.
“I held her in my arms” is a song by the Violent Femmes. The preppy tune is underlied by a deeper message. One that speaks of a little loss and a lot of worship. Where else would you want someone but in your arms?
Iv’e held myself hostage for fourty six years, time to let go; release myself into the wild of my true destiny.
She held her arms out, waiting for him to come, to move to her. But he wasn’t moving toward her, he didnt even turn his head. He didn’t hear her because he was far away from this place. Gone.
I held in my arms the most precious gift. The beginning of a new life, a new chance. I could finally undo all of the mistakes I had made and start over I remember when I thought that, holding her so gently, but..it was not to be. Mistakes do not disappears they follow you.. haunting. I would surely ruin this wonderful being, tearing her life apart with my selfishness.
what was it you held
summer afternoons when you
were only seven
He held my hands as tight as he could. he wanted to be friends with me ,I could sense that he were scared about something, if i only new that this little boy was in trouble, then i would have acted faster.
She gently reached out and grasped my hand in hers. As we touched, my heart almost exploded. I knew now in this moment that this is how it ought to be. Me and her, together at long last. A comfortable silence between us, we both knew that this was the way it was always supposed to end.
to be held is to not be able to move and be stuck… not being free to move around.. time is wasterd and makes you unhappy its usually forced or done by yourself.
They were waiting for us. I didn’t even feel or see them and then they were there. Drake walked up to them staring them out. “I am glad you made it” Suzanne said. I could feel Drake’s anger, it was almost tangible. Heck he almost died because of their actions, he held the belief that it wasn’t an accident, that they summoned the creatures with the intention of killing him. Well they failed.
I held her in my arms for what I felt might be the last time in my life. All I ever wanted to do was hold her like this till the end of time and I guess from the looks of things here I’ve finally gotten my wish. By the direst means imaginable…
Nothing left to do but love her if only till the end of time.
Rose, Rose, Rose.. I thought to myself, her name having echoed through my head all this time. Wondering where she’d been, and how she was.. If she’d finally found someone who could live with her, grow with her, die with her.. Someone, not like myself.
She opened her hands and raised them to the sky, releasing the dandelions she held in her palms. The wind took to them at once, gathering them up in its path, lifting and spreading them all across the landscape around her.
He held her hand while walking under the starry sky.
And was thinking deeply how to make her happy forever.
I miss when you held me close and just starred at me and smile and said that you missed me. I miss when you held my hand while we walked through the empty halls. I miss when you helf every one of our moments dear. I guess I just miss everything the thought of us held. I’m going to miss being held by you.
I held onto those hands that were so tiny; I listened to that voice as soft as lightning. I heard the thunder rumbling closer, and wondered when the storm will actually unleash.
I have been held up in a traffic jam. The scroching heat which wipes out all the enegry in a human body is making me all weak. rejenuvating myself for the days work needs a kick start.
It was held in the hands of the most eldest of them all. They looked at it, wondering what would happen in the next couple of days. They did not know where it came from or what would be done…he would tell them…and then they would see how it would happen, now it was found.