allison710
Let's play pooh sticks! We'll stand on the bridge and throw the sticks on one side, and whoever's stick gets to the other side of the bridge first wins!! Unless you're Eeyore, then you always lose.
Sheets of paper, loose in the spiral, tearing away from the wires. It's like the words want to be free. Or maybe I just need a new spiral.
Like a stamp on a letter, we'll go places together, cause you take me somewhere I've never been before, up high where I can't breathe, but the view is too beautiful to walk away from. I think I love you.
The blank page with the pencil ready. Where do I go from here? The possibilities are endless, how can I possibly choose? What would make me happy to write, but what would make others happy to read?
believer and a dreamer, fighter, but not a leaver, if I dream I can fly then I'll fly too high.if you believe you can fly, you should try.
I had a willow tree when I was a child, her name was jungle and she was my escape, I'd climb up in her branches and be on top of the world, but still hidden away enough to feel safe. My weeping willow never cried in front of me.
Teeth are for smiling. My mother told me to always smile when I want to frown, so that the whole world can see that I'm bigger than my sorrows. She didn't really say that, but it sounds good.