it took about three months and a break up or two but she finally swept me off my feet. i’ll never be the same again. my outlook on love, life, reality, fate: they’ve all changed because of one amazing person i met when i needed to. i wouldn’t say it was love at first sight but it was definitely perfect timing when i walked in that door and saw her sitting there…
to be swept away is to live in the moment.
it is dangerous.
and important and theres a reason you sweep things – often nothing is left when you live recklessly.
Make life like an ocean, be caught in its currents.
Swept up in the falsely sweet illusions of grandur, she held her hed high and peered down her nose at the pirate leader. “The Gods have spoken.” The girl’s voice was commanding, and unshaken by the terror that stood before her. Thorn’s brow lofted above her blood soaked blindfold as a smirk graced her blood red lips. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to need more than the God’s word to sway me from my task.” The sweet words curled out of her lips like smoke in the cold air, her mocking tone seemed to turn the words to arrows that pierced the young girl’s heart. Shaking her blonde curls, the girl scoffed away the doubt creeping in on her heart. “No. Vin told me, he told me you were bad. And I should kill you.” Her blue eyes sparkled as she spoke of him, such warm emotions were obvious in her tone. “Tck.” The noise coupled with Thorn’s sudden annoyance made her feelings on the matter clear. “He lied, my sweet.” Her words draped in velvet as they settled over the fawn’s heart to cast her into darkness. “You poor thing….”
Sitting on the beach staring out at the waves rippling across the deep blue of the ocean and disappearing into the distant horizon. I sit near the water, my feet just slittly in the cool blue water. The waves surround me running up my legs, the cool water refreshing my skin in the hot summers day. As I sit I build sandcastles, each one getting destroyed by the next wave. But with each wave there is a fresh start, old castles washed away into a distant memory, and room for future sandcastles to come.
I never took much notice of you. Tried to ignore you and the PDA sessions with your girlfriend outside the building. You were always just there, just the boy always late to class.
You talked to me. You broke up with her. You cried to me. You swept me off my feet.
Every time I see him I am swept away. My knees get weak and I just want to fall into his arms and never have to speak to anyone else ever again. We have long conversations in the dark, if only we could do more than that in the dark.
Sometimes it seems like everything is swept away in an instant. Like the ocean tide sweeps away the sand, so it seems that your smile can sweep me away in what seems like a split second. I think it’s been so long since I’ve felt that, therefore it seems to keep me up at night and make me wonder if I’ll ever get to sleep straight through again. There’s some kind of magic to it.
The wind swept through my hair, just the same way as his fingers used to, when we would sleep in the same bed.
Oh how I missed him. Oh how much I wished we could start over. The way he used to swept me off my feet. Literally. I miss it so much.
I remember when I first saw him, the way his eyes swept over me. It was infinitely exciting.
when you think about sweeping, most think about dirt. I like to think about love. Swept away. someone who sweeps you off your feet and into their arms. Cheesy, I know, but its an amazing feeling. Every person should at some point feel swept. Even if you’ve been in a relationship for a long time, you should revisit this feeling to keep things alive.
you swept me off my feet. you are the cheese to my cracker. the sugar to my cookie. without you, there is only me, but less. i love you. it is you, i love. forever and always.
i swept him off his feet and hit em with a left
he began to wept while i kept i change in his left
pocket i lost it im a little skept – tical of rectal thermometers
lets make a bet im the best as i crept up and took a shit on the teachers desk
She swept the kitchen floor not knowing what was going to happen next. All she knew was that the house needed to be cleaned before her mother in law showed up and all she could feel was agony. She loved her family but really did she have to be the position she was in?
She swept the kitchen with a staggering monotony that she couldn’t find with any other work. The broom moved forward, backward, over and over; instead of it being boring, she found it interesting, something that was constant in a life filled with surprises and unnoticed twists. The dust swirled up in patterns while being swept to the corner.
I really feel like I’m being swept by the moment, no control where I will land next. I’m at the whim of my demands. Subject to the turbulence, I try to hold on to whatever strength I have left.
he swept me off my feet without even trying to. I was lost in my emotion, unable to speak, and he shattered my heart without a care after I gave up so much of myself to him.
you swept me off my feet. we were lovers, we were lost and lost and lost and..and you were swept by brown tassels of hair and lips and red red RED tint. you were hers and i was yours and she was everything. You. my sweet, letters. my sweet, never opened letters.
the floor with a broom the pages blank after a long day of writing nonsense that means nothing to no one everything really is just a waste in the end of at all because really, who are we? we don’t know and who are you to say you do?
My dance team and I had a competition this week. For a couple of days before, one of the other teams kept saying “We’re gonna sweep them off the floor!” But ummm…we won :)
i was swept away the first time i saw her. absolutely swept away. later i asked her, what was your first impression of me.. she said, “i liked your shoes” that was all.
little did she know that i was in love with her. truly swept off my feet.
I was swept away by his beauty. His eyes captivated me the moment I saw them. He was standing there, arms crossed, chest puffed, and eyes burrowing into mine.
Cinderella swept that one spot over and over and over, but the stain never did come out. Every time she walked by it winked at her like a Cheshire cat, and she would set her jaw and tramp by and set herself to another task – for there was always another task, never ending chores for her to do. But her peripheral vision was astoundingly developed for someone her age and it was always there, mocking, in the corner of her eye.
its what happens when you first meet someone you are meant to fall in love, sometimes its a quick fluttery feeling, other times its a long drawn out sigh. Either way its magic
I was swept away with you. I realized then that love at first site was real. I started to doubt it some where along in the middle, but then you came back to me. Back into my life. And my love for you was just as strong. It will always be there.
Swept away by a breeze of thoughts. Leaves whirl around my head like the foreboding sign of an imminent storm. Eating away at my subconscious, not letting me sleep, eat or breathe. Im swept away by the leaves of the past, present and future.
She swept the floor clean of mud from her shoes. She shouldn’t spend so much time outside when she knows she has homework, but she does anyway. Her mom is going to be so mad. she just mopped that floor. At least the girl had the decency to clean up after herself.
swept the floor with a broom because our vacuum sucks. its weird how they spell the past tense of the word sweep. the english language is so weird and difficult to understand if you are learning it. sweep becomes swept, its just so strange.
I swept away the memories of all the things gone wrong and sometimes I wished I could have kept them but other times I wish that they wouldnt have every happend. and often I wish that i didnt need to do anything, that I could live without regret and that nothing would have consequences but it cant be like that and i can’t win.
when i was a kid, my dad used to make me sweep the pavement in our backyard. he would make us sweep it right until there were no branches or leaves left. if we did it wrong, he would make us do it again and again until we got it right. this is how he taught us to do it right the first time.
She swept the floor of the hair that she chopped off her head and thought of how powerful the snip of those scissors could be. Why should anybody be measured by what or what isn’t on her head? Hair is hair, it grows back. It’s funny what power one can feel by just the snip of the scissors.
i got swept of my feet by him. it wasn’t a good idea everyone said, but i didn’t listen anyway. he was a bad guy, and after being swept of my feet, ended falling on my ass. it hurt. don’t get swept of your feet.
swept away. as in falling in love, i suppose. and then, while being taken on this amazing journey of love and adventure, you realize you’ve left so soon that you haven’t packed a thing! toothbrush, underwear, clothes…and are you going to buy new things?! you can’t afford that!
it took about three months and a break up or two but she finally swept me off my feet. i’ll never be the same again. my outlook on love, life, reality, fate: they’ve all changed because of one amazing person i met when i needed to. i wouldn’t say it was love at first sight but it was definitely perfect timing when i walked in that door and saw her sitting there…
to be swept away is to live in the moment.
it is dangerous.
and important and theres a reason you sweep things – often nothing is left when you live recklessly.
Make life like an ocean, be caught in its currents.
Swept up in the falsely sweet illusions of grandur, she held her hed high and peered down her nose at the pirate leader. “The Gods have spoken.” The girl’s voice was commanding, and unshaken by the terror that stood before her. Thorn’s brow lofted above her blood soaked blindfold as a smirk graced her blood red lips. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to need more than the God’s word to sway me from my task.” The sweet words curled out of her lips like smoke in the cold air, her mocking tone seemed to turn the words to arrows that pierced the young girl’s heart. Shaking her blonde curls, the girl scoffed away the doubt creeping in on her heart. “No. Vin told me, he told me you were bad. And I should kill you.” Her blue eyes sparkled as she spoke of him, such warm emotions were obvious in her tone. “Tck.” The noise coupled with Thorn’s sudden annoyance made her feelings on the matter clear. “He lied, my sweet.” Her words draped in velvet as they settled over the fawn’s heart to cast her into darkness. “You poor thing….”
Sitting on the beach staring out at the waves rippling across the deep blue of the ocean and disappearing into the distant horizon. I sit near the water, my feet just slittly in the cool blue water. The waves surround me running up my legs, the cool water refreshing my skin in the hot summers day. As I sit I build sandcastles, each one getting destroyed by the next wave. But with each wave there is a fresh start, old castles washed away into a distant memory, and room for future sandcastles to come.
I never took much notice of you. Tried to ignore you and the PDA sessions with your girlfriend outside the building. You were always just there, just the boy always late to class.
You talked to me. You broke up with her. You cried to me. You swept me off my feet.
Every time I see him I am swept away. My knees get weak and I just want to fall into his arms and never have to speak to anyone else ever again. We have long conversations in the dark, if only we could do more than that in the dark.
Sometimes it seems like everything is swept away in an instant. Like the ocean tide sweeps away the sand, so it seems that your smile can sweep me away in what seems like a split second. I think it’s been so long since I’ve felt that, therefore it seems to keep me up at night and make me wonder if I’ll ever get to sleep straight through again. There’s some kind of magic to it.
I would like to be swept away. Come along and sweep me off my feet. I’m here, waiting for you to take a chance.
The wind swept through my hair, just the same way as his fingers used to, when we would sleep in the same bed.
Oh how I missed him. Oh how much I wished we could start over. The way he used to swept me off my feet. Literally. I miss it so much.
I remember when I first saw him, the way his eyes swept over me. It was infinitely exciting.
when you think about sweeping, most think about dirt. I like to think about love. Swept away. someone who sweeps you off your feet and into their arms. Cheesy, I know, but its an amazing feeling. Every person should at some point feel swept. Even if you’ve been in a relationship for a long time, you should revisit this feeling to keep things alive.
you swept me off my feet. you are the cheese to my cracker. the sugar to my cookie. without you, there is only me, but less. i love you. it is you, i love. forever and always.
It was magical, the way he swept me off my feet. His words, comforting. His smile, genuine. And his eyes, making my week at my knees.
i swept him off his feet and hit em with a left
he began to wept while i kept i change in his left
pocket i lost it im a little skept – tical of rectal thermometers
lets make a bet im the best as i crept up and took a shit on the teachers desk
She swept the kitchen floor not knowing what was going to happen next. All she knew was that the house needed to be cleaned before her mother in law showed up and all she could feel was agony. She loved her family but really did she have to be the position she was in?
swept away,
off my feet.
you took me soaring,
on an endless ride.
teaching me
opening my eyes.
She swept the kitchen with a staggering monotony that she couldn’t find with any other work. The broom moved forward, backward, over and over; instead of it being boring, she found it interesting, something that was constant in a life filled with surprises and unnoticed twists. The dust swirled up in patterns while being swept to the corner.
I really feel like I’m being swept by the moment, no control where I will land next. I’m at the whim of my demands. Subject to the turbulence, I try to hold on to whatever strength I have left.
i dont speak english
he swept me off my feet without even trying to. I was lost in my emotion, unable to speak, and he shattered my heart without a care after I gave up so much of myself to him.
For me to ever take the crazy step to get married, I will have to be swept off my feet. It hasn’t happened yet…
you swept me off my feet. we were lovers, we were lost and lost and lost and..and you were swept by brown tassels of hair and lips and red red RED tint. you were hers and i was yours and she was everything. You. my sweet, letters. my sweet, never opened letters.
the floor with a broom the pages blank after a long day of writing nonsense that means nothing to no one everything really is just a waste in the end of at all because really, who are we? we don’t know and who are you to say you do?
My dance team and I had a competition this week. For a couple of days before, one of the other teams kept saying “We’re gonna sweep them off the floor!” But ummm…we won :)
Who swept who?!
i was swept away the first time i saw her. absolutely swept away. later i asked her, what was your first impression of me.. she said, “i liked your shoes” that was all.
little did she know that i was in love with her. truly swept off my feet.
I was swept away by his beauty. His eyes captivated me the moment I saw them. He was standing there, arms crossed, chest puffed, and eyes burrowing into mine.
Cinderella swept that one spot over and over and over, but the stain never did come out. Every time she walked by it winked at her like a Cheshire cat, and she would set her jaw and tramp by and set herself to another task – for there was always another task, never ending chores for her to do. But her peripheral vision was astoundingly developed for someone her age and it was always there, mocking, in the corner of her eye.
the wind swept my hair into a mess upon my face. it looked like a glorified hay stack with golden straw and bits of brown twigs
its what happens when you first meet someone you are meant to fall in love, sometimes its a quick fluttery feeling, other times its a long drawn out sigh. Either way its magic
I was swept away with you. I realized then that love at first site was real. I started to doubt it some where along in the middle, but then you came back to me. Back into my life. And my love for you was just as strong. It will always be there.
Swept away by a breeze of thoughts. Leaves whirl around my head like the foreboding sign of an imminent storm. Eating away at my subconscious, not letting me sleep, eat or breathe. Im swept away by the leaves of the past, present and future.
She swept the floor clean of mud from her shoes. She shouldn’t spend so much time outside when she knows she has homework, but she does anyway. Her mom is going to be so mad. she just mopped that floor. At least the girl had the decency to clean up after herself.
Swept away like a title wave
Crashing into a wall of foam
Sinking deeper and deeper into darkness
Drowning in an ocean of whatever this is
swept the floor with a broom because our vacuum sucks. its weird how they spell the past tense of the word sweep. the english language is so weird and difficult to understand if you are learning it. sweep becomes swept, its just so strange.
I swept away the memories of all the things gone wrong and sometimes I wished I could have kept them but other times I wish that they wouldnt have every happend. and often I wish that i didnt need to do anything, that I could live without regret and that nothing would have consequences but it cant be like that and i can’t win.
when i was a kid, my dad used to make me sweep the pavement in our backyard. he would make us sweep it right until there were no branches or leaves left. if we did it wrong, he would make us do it again and again until we got it right. this is how he taught us to do it right the first time.
She swept the floor of the hair that she chopped off her head and thought of how powerful the snip of those scissors could be. Why should anybody be measured by what or what isn’t on her head? Hair is hair, it grows back. It’s funny what power one can feel by just the snip of the scissors.
swept as in sweeping, sweeping of my feet. Cleaning the heart and soul with cleansing wind. The wind sweeping the hair in my eyes. Swept of my feet.
He swept me off my feet so fast I couldn’t get back up.
Then I found myself in a dark place surrounded by dirt and muck and debris.
I was lost.
i got swept of my feet by him. it wasn’t a good idea everyone said, but i didn’t listen anyway. he was a bad guy, and after being swept of my feet, ended falling on my ass. it hurt. don’t get swept of your feet.
swept away. as in falling in love, i suppose. and then, while being taken on this amazing journey of love and adventure, you realize you’ve left so soon that you haven’t packed a thing! toothbrush, underwear, clothes…and are you going to buy new things?! you can’t afford that!