He had swept her off her feet with one glance. Everything about that crooked smile stole her heart. How could she possibly even keep her mind on what the teacher was talking about? There was no way that she could even concentrate on anything except what that mischievious glint in his eye meant. He was gorgeous, and looking straight at her, only her.
the wind swept my leaves away. All my hard work in raking all the leaves in my backyard is gone now. All my effort is wasted by the wind, sadly. Life sucks when this happens.
he swept me across my feet. i had no idea this was the feeling i would get when i fell in love..who knew? im numb with excitment and no one can give me the feeling back excpet for him! i love him and he is my world.
As she swept the floor, she thought about her life. The good times, the bad times. It was all a blur as it ran through her head. She enjoyed the memories, even the ones t hat hurt to think about. Running her hand through her brown hair, she imagined his face. He was the reason she felt like this, always confused and hurt.
You swept me off my feet the night we kissed.
And I will never forget. Ever.
Because I had you and you had me. And that’s all that mattered.
You say I’m the one who kissed you. And I’ve never been so happy with a decision I’ve made. And now.. you’re the one who kisses me.
i was sweeping the steps when i saw a great light fast approaching where i stood. i wanted to follow this light, but i knew i had to have swept the sidewalk or otherwise my parents would be angry w/ me. i will someday find the light again & hopefully i will be able to follow it this time around.
You swept me off my feet the first time you said my name, and now everytime I get a text from you it’s like that moment all over again. You are amazing, and I am so glad that I’m finally able to move on, but not all things can be easy especially this because alas my best friend likes you. And even though you talk to me way more than you talk to her I can never tell you how I truly feel because I can never do something so low as to date the guy my best friend is in love with. It happened to me once and that was like getting swept under a rug. I love you, but it will never happen, because between you and me there is my friend, and I’d choose her friendship over our being together any day.
swept. i use to love sweeping when i was a child. I’d pretend to be an orphan like annie and sing it’s a hard knock life and sweep away. Now, it’s the best part of my job, at the end of the day, prolly slow, i can relax. I’m good at it.
one day a woman decided her house was very messy. so she took out her broom and swept the the floor. then a man swept her off her feet and away to clean paradise. they didnt live happily ever after cause it wasnt clean. she got pissed and bounced.
the moment i saw her, she swept me off my feet. I know that sounds corny, but its true. I love her, I love her like ive never loved anyone in my entire life. She means the world to me…but i fucked it all up, and now she’s gone.
He kissed me and I was swept away. It’s amazing how one thing can change your life in such a big way. I’ll never doubt the power of one small thing again. I’m truly changed for life. Swept away.
I really haven’t done this oneword stuff in a while. And I’m really not sure what to write about.
But see, whatever the randomly generated word is, the first thing that always pops into mind is you. Yeah–sometimes I wonder if you’re just a fictional character in my mind; some fantasy I’ve invented, to keep me hoping that maybe you’ll meet reality in my future. That you’ll be able to materialize into something that I can actually hold and kiss and hug.
i swept the slave off of the mountain. THe slave was white. The slave was hurt. Seriously. But the master who was black won the game. THe goal was to kill the white slave. Lets just say mission accomplished.
What white slave will be pushed off next Uncle Sam!
the air was always at a consistent breezy state. it wasn’t even necessary to bring out the blowdry, untangle its many coils and stand in the fuming heat only to still have the wind sweep my hair around in it’s own aura of autumn leaves. no, i could step out of the shower, sit outside, and be ready for the day. i was at peace there, my hair swept messy and perfect along my freckled forehead.
Swept to me is a word of flight, not in the physical sense, but in the romantic or dream like meaning of it. To be swept away to another place, time, or thought. I often dream of being pulled away to places far from me, from my normal life to experience different things. I would give anything to be lifted away from my simple, tedious life to be placed somewhere full of wonder and foreign existence.
Mary swept the porch with the worn broom. the garden was glowing in the afternoon sun. She held her hand up to her brow to glimpse the bright sky dotted with clouds. She let out a big breath as she recalled her tiring week.
away in the ocean and i can’t remember what i was doing there i just think maybe i got lost now i wish i’d done better if only things had gone slightly different i’d be happy now but instead i’m procrastinating rather than doing something useful
i swept the rug clean of the dust and dirt that the summer wind has brought onto the porch. i swept until the porch was clean until the wind blew he dust and dirt back again then i stopped sweeping and enjoyed nature for what it truly was
If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear she had swept the floor twenty times already today. Each and every time she’d felt like Cinderella, only minus the Prince Charming and happily ever after. The only thing she’d ever have to look forward to were the 7 hours of unconsciousness every night.
the broom was old and dusty. she hardly ever swept. something about the dust collecting, day after day, was comforting. the collection of the trials of each morning and afternoon building up in the corner instead of being cleaned, removed and lost forever.
I spent way too long today cleaning the kitchen. I scrubbed the counters, bleached the sink, polished the appliances, then swept and washed the floor. It will all be covered with dog fur and coffee stains tomorrow morning. I feel like Sisyphus.
i was swept away. inspiration. nothingness. i was just swept away. maybe it was the music, maybe the boy dancing next to me, sweat mingling, breaths mingling, tears, noises, emotions, sweeping over me, wave upon wave. like newborns.
“Lauren?” He asked tentatively and she slowly turned around. He moved forward and gently swept the hair out of her face. “I realized I forgot to say goodbye.” He pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m sorry.” He murmured.
All I could remember was the glass. The glass shattered all across the floor. I remember sweeping. And waiting. Waiting for you to come back. Even though I knew it wasn’t going to happen.
He swept me off his feet with his deceiving words. In his soul he had a form of a demon, eating at the good. He was a good person on the surface, enough to sweep you away. That was until you got to know him…
Swept away, your love has swept me away
Like dust and a broom
completely gone
Spinning in the air
Dirty, dirt and dust
gone and you clean me
All the corners and in the darkness, where I think I need to hide
you clean me and rid me of weaknesses
English is not my first language. I’m not sure I know the meaning to this word. I’m Guatemalan, give me a break. I was swept with a wave of emotions. Would that be right? I don’t know. Whatever.
I left the place, left out by the broom that was pushing me out through my heart. Swept as I was along the floor of my life, it left me drawn and panting, coolly falling away from all I had been and all I wanted to be. The breezes along the edge swept me long time, freeing all of my past away from me and kept me longing for whatever the edges drew me towards. The Horizon called to me, sweetly, foreign to my ears.
Pocahontas swept the floor of her cabin, which was built by Abraham Lincoln. She and Abe were good friends, though he was Chinese and she was a lowly Native American. They talked about many things like cake, wood chopping, and white men who wanted to kill everyone. Then one day, Pocahontas’ father died, and the whole town of Maryworth mourned.
I was swept away by a sweet boy in 11th grade. He tickled my feet and make me giggle. I thought he had the sweetest smile and the most awesome swoopy hair! He used to make me so mad, but I just couldn’t resist his charm. After liking him for months without him noticing, I finally said something.
I was standing by myself in the pitch darkness. I didn’t know how I had gotten there. I didn’t know why I was there. All I knew is that something was coming. Billows of wind were sweeping by me at record speeds, they flew so quickly I was surprised at my ability to stand my ground. Oh yes, it would be here any minute now. I could feel it coming up behind me fast, powerful, and most certainly angry. But what was it? What did it want with me? What had I done to put myself in this situation? I felt more lost than ever.
He had swept her off her feet with one glance. Everything about that crooked smile stole her heart. How could she possibly even keep her mind on what the teacher was talking about? There was no way that she could even concentrate on anything except what that mischievious glint in his eye meant. He was gorgeous, and looking straight at her, only her.
the wind swept my leaves away. All my hard work in raking all the leaves in my backyard is gone now. All my effort is wasted by the wind, sadly. Life sucks when this happens.
he swept me across my feet. i had no idea this was the feeling i would get when i fell in love..who knew? im numb with excitment and no one can give me the feeling back excpet for him! i love him and he is my world.
As she swept the floor, she thought about her life. The good times, the bad times. It was all a blur as it ran through her head. She enjoyed the memories, even the ones t hat hurt to think about. Running her hand through her brown hair, she imagined his face. He was the reason she felt like this, always confused and hurt.
swept off of my feet. not for the first time, but the best so far. I am reminded everyday how lucky I am to have such a man…..
You swept me off my feet the night we kissed.
And I will never forget. Ever.
Because I had you and you had me. And that’s all that mattered.
You say I’m the one who kissed you. And I’ve never been so happy with a decision I’ve made. And now.. you’re the one who kisses me.
i was sweeping the steps when i saw a great light fast approaching where i stood. i wanted to follow this light, but i knew i had to have swept the sidewalk or otherwise my parents would be angry w/ me. i will someday find the light again & hopefully i will be able to follow it this time around.
You swept me off my feet the first time you said my name, and now everytime I get a text from you it’s like that moment all over again. You are amazing, and I am so glad that I’m finally able to move on, but not all things can be easy especially this because alas my best friend likes you. And even though you talk to me way more than you talk to her I can never tell you how I truly feel because I can never do something so low as to date the guy my best friend is in love with. It happened to me once and that was like getting swept under a rug. I love you, but it will never happen, because between you and me there is my friend, and I’d choose her friendship over our being together any day.
swept. i use to love sweeping when i was a child. I’d pretend to be an orphan like annie and sing it’s a hard knock life and sweep away. Now, it’s the best part of my job, at the end of the day, prolly slow, i can relax. I’m good at it.
one day a woman decided her house was very messy. so she took out her broom and swept the the floor. then a man swept her off her feet and away to clean paradise. they didnt live happily ever after cause it wasnt clean. she got pissed and bounced.
the moment i saw her, she swept me off my feet. I know that sounds corny, but its true. I love her, I love her like ive never loved anyone in my entire life. She means the world to me…but i fucked it all up, and now she’s gone.
He kissed me and I was swept away. It’s amazing how one thing can change your life in such a big way. I’ll never doubt the power of one small thing again. I’m truly changed for life. Swept away.
Swept away by the ocean, I don’t remember why I was there but if only things had gone slightly different I might be happy now. I need to work.
I really haven’t done this oneword stuff in a while. And I’m really not sure what to write about.
But see, whatever the randomly generated word is, the first thing that always pops into mind is you. Yeah–sometimes I wonder if you’re just a fictional character in my mind; some fantasy I’ve invented, to keep me hoping that maybe you’ll meet reality in my future. That you’ll be able to materialize into something that I can actually hold and kiss and hug.
That’s all, really.
i swept the slave off of the mountain. THe slave was white. The slave was hurt. Seriously. But the master who was black won the game. THe goal was to kill the white slave. Lets just say mission accomplished.
What white slave will be pushed off next Uncle Sam!
the air was always at a consistent breezy state. it wasn’t even necessary to bring out the blowdry, untangle its many coils and stand in the fuming heat only to still have the wind sweep my hair around in it’s own aura of autumn leaves. no, i could step out of the shower, sit outside, and be ready for the day. i was at peace there, my hair swept messy and perfect along my freckled forehead.
you came along and swept me off my feet.
Swept to me is a word of flight, not in the physical sense, but in the romantic or dream like meaning of it. To be swept away to another place, time, or thought. I often dream of being pulled away to places far from me, from my normal life to experience different things. I would give anything to be lifted away from my simple, tedious life to be placed somewhere full of wonder and foreign existence.
i swept under the rug and around my desk i found a gun positioned at my head grabbed it and accidently pulled the trigger now my birds dead
Mary swept the porch with the worn broom. the garden was glowing in the afternoon sun. She held her hand up to her brow to glimpse the bright sky dotted with clouds. She let out a big breath as she recalled her tiring week.
away in the ocean and i can’t remember what i was doing there i just think maybe i got lost now i wish i’d done better if only things had gone slightly different i’d be happy now but instead i’m procrastinating rather than doing something useful
i swept the rug clean of the dust and dirt that the summer wind has brought onto the porch. i swept until the porch was clean until the wind blew he dust and dirt back again then i stopped sweeping and enjoyed nature for what it truly was
If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear she had swept the floor twenty times already today. Each and every time she’d felt like Cinderella, only minus the Prince Charming and happily ever after. The only thing she’d ever have to look forward to were the 7 hours of unconsciousness every night.
the broom was old and dusty. she hardly ever swept. something about the dust collecting, day after day, was comforting. the collection of the trials of each morning and afternoon building up in the corner instead of being cleaned, removed and lost forever.
rugs grandmas house, good times nostalgia, barber shop cut a rug snug as bugs in a rug
I spent way too long today cleaning the kitchen. I scrubbed the counters, bleached the sink, polished the appliances, then swept and washed the floor. It will all be covered with dog fur and coffee stains tomorrow morning. I feel like Sisyphus.
He swept. She wept. Why must he sweep away her dust bunnies? They were her only friends. He swept. She wept. And that was that.
i was swept away. inspiration. nothingness. i was just swept away. maybe it was the music, maybe the boy dancing next to me, sweat mingling, breaths mingling, tears, noises, emotions, sweeping over me, wave upon wave. like newborns.
“Lauren?” He asked tentatively and she slowly turned around. He moved forward and gently swept the hair out of her face. “I realized I forgot to say goodbye.” He pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m sorry.” He murmured.
All I could remember was the glass. The glass shattered all across the floor. I remember sweeping. And waiting. Waiting for you to come back. Even though I knew it wasn’t going to happen.
He swept me off his feet with his deceiving words. In his soul he had a form of a demon, eating at the good. He was a good person on the surface, enough to sweep you away. That was until you got to know him…
Swept away, your love has swept me away
Like dust and a broom
completely gone
Spinning in the air
Dirty, dirt and dust
gone and you clean me
All the corners and in the darkness, where I think I need to hide
you clean me and rid me of weaknesses
English is not my first language. I’m not sure I know the meaning to this word. I’m Guatemalan, give me a break. I was swept with a wave of emotions. Would that be right? I don’t know. Whatever.
I left the place, left out by the broom that was pushing me out through my heart. Swept as I was along the floor of my life, it left me drawn and panting, coolly falling away from all I had been and all I wanted to be. The breezes along the edge swept me long time, freeing all of my past away from me and kept me longing for whatever the edges drew me towards. The Horizon called to me, sweetly, foreign to my ears.
The wind swept through her hair. It was her first time on a boat. The salt licked her face and left its residue for her to taste later that evening.
I was swept off my feet by the man with the brilliant mind and the exquisite smile. I will never forget that day as long as I live.
Pocahontas swept the floor of her cabin, which was built by Abraham Lincoln. She and Abe were good friends, though he was Chinese and she was a lowly Native American. They talked about many things like cake, wood chopping, and white men who wanted to kill everyone. Then one day, Pocahontas’ father died, and the whole town of Maryworth mourned.
swept away
always kept away
as if i were that unwanted dust on the floor
as if i were only a particle
sweeping my feelings under the rug
I was swept away by a sweet boy in 11th grade. He tickled my feet and make me giggle. I thought he had the sweetest smile and the most awesome swoopy hair! He used to make me so mad, but I just couldn’t resist his charm. After liking him for months without him noticing, I finally said something.
I was standing by myself in the pitch darkness. I didn’t know how I had gotten there. I didn’t know why I was there. All I knew is that something was coming. Billows of wind were sweeping by me at record speeds, they flew so quickly I was surprised at my ability to stand my ground. Oh yes, it would be here any minute now. I could feel it coming up behind me fast, powerful, and most certainly angry. But what was it? What did it want with me? What had I done to put myself in this situation? I felt more lost than ever.