someday I want to be swept of my feet from that true someone for me. I want it to be like you see in the fairy tales, the handsome prince, the beautiful gown, the extremely passionate kiss. Something about this feeling would make my life complete. Its what every girl dreams of when she watches disney. Love. I want to be swept off of my feet and you to be there to catch me.(:
I want a guy that I can say completely “swept” me off my feet, in more ways than one…a guy that won’t let me take advantage of him but would never ever even consider letting me get away, one that drives me crazy in a good way, one that lights up my world when he walks in a room. I want him to feel as if I swept him away as well, to have that look in his eye when he says my name…to love me unconditionally and for myself to feel the same…
today i swept all the glitter on the floor under the rug in my little brother’s room. tomorrow when my mother goes in, she’ll find all the glitter, and (if she snoops around a little more), his collection of playboy mags that he hides under his bed…with all of my mom’s high heels and my scrapbooking materials.
My broom is broken again. Back to the broom store. I browse their selection. Then, in disgust, I decide that life is better with dust and dirt and particles. Without particles we wouldn’t exist. Then I decide the shopkeeper shouldn’t exist and I swept him away with my butterfly knife.
bar after bar, chairman after chairman. I was born under a barbench and swept in a blanket of swet old men. And like a lot of other things; what you are born to do you get good at.
Gone. Cinderella working hard in a kitchen. The force of a powerful tide that sweeps you off your feet. The melody of a song, the raising notes of a singer. The beauty of a story that knows how to enthrall everyone. the wind.
I was swept off my feet the instant I heard the news. My head spun with what I had heard, my heart leaped kilometers at a time. She loved me, and I loved her.
That is when he swept me off my feet. We were in the movie theater on a late Sunday afternoon. He nervously grabbed my hand for the first time. I felt a huge rush. I was swept off my feet for the first time.
That was when he swept me off my feet. We were in the movie theater watching The Last Exorcism when he nervously grabbed my hand for the first time. I felt a rush. He had swept me off me feet for the first time.
To be swept off of your feet would be amazing. I don’t want a prince charming. I have something better. My fellow is real. He loves me and is sweet. I want to be swept by him.
I was swept away by his smile. The way his lips only came up on one side; a crooked crescent as crooked as his own sense of humor. He was wicked in all the best ways.
I SWEPT the floor with the broom and cleaned the dust. The dust attached to my broom like icing on cake. the emotion put into that sweep was so drastic. It blew me away. Yes, i would have to say, i am sweeping the floor again tonight.
Crumbs covered the floor. The mice would be hungry. But Mrs. DeMantis would never stand for either the crumbs or the mice, so Missy grabbed the straw broom from the corner and swept the floor clean.
i swept away at the dirt. Faster now. As if the answers really did exist under the soil. I hoped they did. I hoped they brought me everything. I hope they opened everything up to me. Revealing what’s next
Fucking “Swept Away,” that Madonna movie. She’s old. Not that there’s a problem with that, but she’s the type who makes people have a problem with it by choosing to attempt to force time to backpedal, so it leaves it’s tracks on her face going both ways.
sweeping likie a mouse. lol i read a book about a princess mouse who just swept and cleaned for her family of mice. they were mean to her. i think of tears when i think of swept. i guess..death? i remeber
I wish I could be swept of my feet. then I could finally be back in love again not that love is permanent but it feels great at the beginning. swept off into just feeling for a moment how it felt at the beginning that wonderful feeling of being swept off into love-land.
A brushing motion that emphasizes horizontal movement. An action requiring the spontaneous tensing of the forearm muscles in order to move the instrument, quite possibly the broom, or another type of domestic cleaning utensil across an area. Often, this area is quite messy and needs to be cleansed.
swept away. I don’t know what swept me away or what im gonna write about or what the point of this whole excercise is. It’s my first time on this site. Swept reminds me of broom and that mickey mouse seen on fantasia, with all the music. It also has the word wept in it. How sad.
I swpet the floor and my mom did not think it was clean enough she does not think anything i dop is ever good enough I hate that dumb bitch why dosnt she go away ! Ugh I think speewing is boring and no one yshould have to do it
SWEPT:not that science is not totally against soul evidence.Studies have shown that at the moment of death that the body loses a miniscule amount of weight.though,most scientists attribute this to the last realease of breath.
He sweeps me off my feet every single time I see him. He grabs my hand, and my stomach fills with butterflies. He kisses me and sparks fly. I don’t know what it means, or what to do about, I just know the more time I spend with him, the more in love I fall. He swept me off my feet the first time I saw him, I hope that never ends (:
the woman swept the floor with an old broom, cracked and splintered at the handle, and tried to avoid catching her fingers on them, she swept away the hair, the dirt, every memory that lay there while she tried not to think about them, her son, her daughter, her husband. She was alone now, and fine without them. Another piece of lace, o
Cinderella. When I was little I really thought just sweeping a broom back and forth was how to sweep. Not pulling the broom along in one direction to collect dirt. Disney Princesses influence us in our ideas of Romance and simple things such as cleaning.
she swept the floor diligently. There was anger thrust in every motion of sweeping. How could something so easy confine her this way? Sweeping the floor doesnt give you any freedom. its for fools.
He was always so windswept. Never clean. Always so dirty, like a tornado. But is was very becoming, because when he chose to be clean and windswept, he was so amazingly handsome. It surprised me because I’d never seen him clean. He’d always have a patch of dirt under one eye or a line of dust crossing his Adam’s apple. Now, he’s shocking blue eyes stood out around the black silk strings of hair brushing his forehead. He looked like a Greek god, so amazingly beautiful. Then I heard rumors that he had changed because of me. I thought they were just rumors. But then he started talking to me. I’m starting to think High School isn’t going to be too bad.
She swept it under the rug like she did with everything else. She never planned on letting it see the light of day ever again. It was better this way. It’s how it always was, and how it always will be. Forever alone.
Many people’s desire is to be swept off their feet by love. They expect it to happen when they want it to happen, but that’s not how it works. You might run into the wall and smash your body between cars and fall face flat on the ground before it happens, but remember this. If it is meant to happen, it will.
Mom has a habit of cleaning my room when I’m not around. She has a habit of taking her vacuum cleaner and sucking every inch of homeliness out of my room, or sweeping the dusty memories off the carpet and throwing them outside.
Well, she’s probably done it again, because I can’t find a single shred of the pictures of you- I can’t find the broken pieces of my heart. I guess sweeping everything up and throwing it out wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.
THere are so many things in life that get swept under the rug. We like to hide our emotions and our thoughts that are uncomfortable and difficult to confront. We sweep them under the rug and completely forget about them forever until all the shit starts to pile up and the room is just a mess.
I don’t understand how anyone could write something interesting about the word ‘swept’ within sixty seconds. clearly my creative juices have gone sour and need to be flushed down the sink or something. seriously…swept?! I wish I could sweep this paragraph away. this is just….wow
someday I want to be swept of my feet from that true someone for me. I want it to be like you see in the fairy tales, the handsome prince, the beautiful gown, the extremely passionate kiss. Something about this feeling would make my life complete. Its what every girl dreams of when she watches disney. Love. I want to be swept off of my feet and you to be there to catch me.(:
like the first time i saw you. instantly i was weightless and my feet were off the floor, as i floated away into the sky with thoughts of you.
I want a guy that I can say completely “swept” me off my feet, in more ways than one…a guy that won’t let me take advantage of him but would never ever even consider letting me get away, one that drives me crazy in a good way, one that lights up my world when he walks in a room. I want him to feel as if I swept him away as well, to have that look in his eye when he says my name…to love me unconditionally and for myself to feel the same…
today i swept all the glitter on the floor under the rug in my little brother’s room. tomorrow when my mother goes in, she’ll find all the glitter, and (if she snoops around a little more), his collection of playboy mags that he hides under his bed…with all of my mom’s high heels and my scrapbooking materials.
My broom is broken again. Back to the broom store. I browse their selection. Then, in disgust, I decide that life is better with dust and dirt and particles. Without particles we wouldn’t exist. Then I decide the shopkeeper shouldn’t exist and I swept him away with my butterfly knife.
swept away with the sea. there’s nowhere to grab. I don’t know where I’m going. This is a scary feeling.
She was swept off of her feet
When he took her out to eat
As they walked on down the street
They sat down to take a seat
…and then they went home and fucked.
bar after bar, chairman after chairman. I was born under a barbench and swept in a blanket of swet old men. And like a lot of other things; what you are born to do you get good at.
Gone. Cinderella working hard in a kitchen. The force of a powerful tide that sweeps you off your feet. The melody of a song, the raising notes of a singer. The beauty of a story that knows how to enthrall everyone. the wind.
the motion of sweeping a floor or other surface that needs cleaning. it is a verb. it has 5 letters in it. it starts with a s.
I was swept off my feet the instant I heard the news. My head spun with what I had heard, my heart leaped kilometers at a time. She loved me, and I loved her.
That is when he swept me off my feet. We were in the movie theater on a late Sunday afternoon. He nervously grabbed my hand for the first time. I felt a huge rush. I was swept off my feet for the first time.
That was when he swept me off my feet. We were in the movie theater watching The Last Exorcism when he nervously grabbed my hand for the first time. I felt a rush. He had swept me off me feet for the first time.
To be swept off of your feet would be amazing. I don’t want a prince charming. I have something better. My fellow is real. He loves me and is sweet. I want to be swept by him.
I was swept away by his smile. The way his lips only came up on one side; a crooked crescent as crooked as his own sense of humor. He was wicked in all the best ways.
I SWEPT the floor with the broom and cleaned the dust. The dust attached to my broom like icing on cake. the emotion put into that sweep was so drastic. It blew me away. Yes, i would have to say, i am sweeping the floor again tonight.
Crumbs covered the floor. The mice would be hungry. But Mrs. DeMantis would never stand for either the crumbs or the mice, so Missy grabbed the straw broom from the corner and swept the floor clean.
i swept away at the dirt. Faster now. As if the answers really did exist under the soil. I hoped they did. I hoped they brought me everything. I hope they opened everything up to me. Revealing what’s next
Fucking “Swept Away,” that Madonna movie. She’s old. Not that there’s a problem with that, but she’s the type who makes people have a problem with it by choosing to attempt to force time to backpedal, so it leaves it’s tracks on her face going both ways.
sweeping likie a mouse. lol i read a book about a princess mouse who just swept and cleaned for her family of mice. they were mean to her. i think of tears when i think of swept. i guess..death? i remeber
We were swept away in ways we didn’t know, we weren’t sure. I don’t think I belonged to you. But I know you belonged to me.
I wish I could be swept of my feet. then I could finally be back in love again not that love is permanent but it feels great at the beginning. swept off into just feeling for a moment how it felt at the beginning that wonderful feeling of being swept off into love-land.
A brushing motion that emphasizes horizontal movement. An action requiring the spontaneous tensing of the forearm muscles in order to move the instrument, quite possibly the broom, or another type of domestic cleaning utensil across an area. Often, this area is quite messy and needs to be cleansed.
swept away. I don’t know what swept me away or what im gonna write about or what the point of this whole excercise is. It’s my first time on this site. Swept reminds me of broom and that mickey mouse seen on fantasia, with all the music. It also has the word wept in it. How sad.
I swpet the floor and my mom did not think it was clean enough she does not think anything i dop is ever good enough I hate that dumb bitch why dosnt she go away ! Ugh I think speewing is boring and no one yshould have to do it
SWEPT:not that science is not totally against soul evidence.Studies have shown that at the moment of death that the body loses a miniscule amount of weight.though,most scientists attribute this to the last realease of breath.
He sweeps me off my feet every single time I see him. He grabs my hand, and my stomach fills with butterflies. He kisses me and sparks fly. I don’t know what it means, or what to do about, I just know the more time I spend with him, the more in love I fall. He swept me off my feet the first time I saw him, I hope that never ends (:
the woman swept the floor with an old broom, cracked and splintered at the handle, and tried to avoid catching her fingers on them, she swept away the hair, the dirt, every memory that lay there while she tried not to think about them, her son, her daughter, her husband. She was alone now, and fine without them. Another piece of lace, o
Cinderella. When I was little I really thought just sweeping a broom back and forth was how to sweep. Not pulling the broom along in one direction to collect dirt. Disney Princesses influence us in our ideas of Romance and simple things such as cleaning.
The first time I saw him, he swept me off my feet. Now every time we kiss, I fall in love all over again. That’s how you know love is real.
water
tidal waves
tsunami
i’m bored
hello
if you’re reading this,
have fun.
i love you,
Dianah.
she swept the floor diligently. There was anger thrust in every motion of sweeping. How could something so easy confine her this way? Sweeping the floor doesnt give you any freedom. its for fools.
He was always so windswept. Never clean. Always so dirty, like a tornado. But is was very becoming, because when he chose to be clean and windswept, he was so amazingly handsome. It surprised me because I’d never seen him clean. He’d always have a patch of dirt under one eye or a line of dust crossing his Adam’s apple. Now, he’s shocking blue eyes stood out around the black silk strings of hair brushing his forehead. He looked like a Greek god, so amazingly beautiful. Then I heard rumors that he had changed because of me. I thought they were just rumors. But then he started talking to me. I’m starting to think High School isn’t going to be too bad.
i keep getting swept off of my feet. this is the last time.
She swept it under the rug like she did with everything else. She never planned on letting it see the light of day ever again. It was better this way. It’s how it always was, and how it always will be. Forever alone.
Lilies, dandelions, sunflowers- ‘swept’ reminds me of all these things just swaying in the breeze, filling the earth with yellow.
Many people’s desire is to be swept off their feet by love. They expect it to happen when they want it to happen, but that’s not how it works. You might run into the wall and smash your body between cars and fall face flat on the ground before it happens, but remember this. If it is meant to happen, it will.
Mom has a habit of cleaning my room when I’m not around. She has a habit of taking her vacuum cleaner and sucking every inch of homeliness out of my room, or sweeping the dusty memories off the carpet and throwing them outside.
Well, she’s probably done it again, because I can’t find a single shred of the pictures of you- I can’t find the broken pieces of my heart. I guess sweeping everything up and throwing it out wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.
THere are so many things in life that get swept under the rug. We like to hide our emotions and our thoughts that are uncomfortable and difficult to confront. We sweep them under the rug and completely forget about them forever until all the shit starts to pile up and the room is just a mess.
I don’t understand how anyone could write something interesting about the word ‘swept’ within sixty seconds. clearly my creative juices have gone sour and need to be flushed down the sink or something. seriously…swept?! I wish I could sweep this paragraph away. this is just….wow