Her response was measured.
Each word: exact.
Every phrase, every pause, every shift in pitch: all perfectly timed.
Given her level of precision, I realized in an instant that was she holding back.
Did I doubt?
Yes.
Perfection is not evidence of an omission, nor would I’ve been any wiser were it not for the fact that her eyes could not conceal a faint shimmer of unspoken truth.
I measured the sugar salt and brown sugar in foods class.
Mrs.pott was stricked so she got mad today.
measuring is easy if there is right tools!
i like foods because I have an A- so ya.
well keep the measuring!
i had measured andrews hair lenghth and it came out to it was 500 feet long and then i measured justins hair and it came out to 600 feet so when i told andrew that his hair was shorter he started to cry and say nobody loves me!!!!!!
Do you measure me? And do i fill your desires ?
Our glass is half full, we measure the volume with happiness.
When it all falls down what really matters is the measures you took to fight for your life.
To fight in the name of .. L… shouldn’t say it, Fight for your heart for no one can judge a man who measures his happiness only on the acheivment of his dreams
With a measured stare
On a measured day
I measured my measure
Of all the small things,
And, measuring, found
The sum not such a mound
That could stand and resist
A fixed smile breathing.
barley
love
pink
think
why
nails
nail
toe
percussion
skin
white
pale
artichoke
small
butter
paper
lines
silk
black
charcoal
bliss
butter
emanoured
Linda
Measure for measure, a shakespear play I attended a couple years back, made a big impact on me because of how it was executed, since then I have been into poetry and written works.
The time we spent together was never measured. I could only give value to our shared moments by the beats of my heart. One hour maybe, a thousand heartbeats.
Her response was measured.
Each word: exact.
Every phrase, every pause, every shift in pitch: all perfectly timed.
Given her level of precision, I realized in an instant that was she holding back.
Did I doubt?
Yes.
Perfection is not evidence of an omission, nor would I’ve been any wiser were it not for the fact that her eyes could not conceal a faint shimmer of unspoken truth.
the flour sprays around your face like a halo, catching in the brown strands and dancing in the air you exhale.
today i will mesure an absolute value in kahn acadamy woow thats very hard to do even with a rice crispy treat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i measured a cup of flower for my sisters birthday cake.
I measured the sugar salt and brown sugar in foods class.
Mrs.pott was stricked so she got mad today.
measuring is easy if there is right tools!
i like foods because I have an A- so ya.
well keep the measuring!
i had measured andrews hair lenghth and it came out to it was 500 feet long and then i measured justins hair and it came out to 600 feet so when i told andrew that his hair was shorter he started to cry and say nobody loves me!!!!!!
I am 4 11″ last i measured
Do you measure me? And do i fill your desires ?
Our glass is half full, we measure the volume with happiness.
When it all falls down what really matters is the measures you took to fight for your life.
To fight in the name of .. L… shouldn’t say it, Fight for your heart for no one can judge a man who measures his happiness only on the acheivment of his dreams
Five years ago i was board and measured some grass.then i left to measure some thing different
i measured how long my arm is to see how long some thing is.
i measured a bord it was log.
With a measured stare
On a measured day
I measured my measure
Of all the small things,
And, measuring, found
The sum not such a mound
That could stand and resist
A fixed smile breathing.
Five years ago i was board and measured some grass
barley
love
pink
think
why
nails
nail
toe
percussion
skin
white
pale
artichoke
small
butter
paper
lines
silk
black
charcoal
bliss
butter
emanoured
Measure for measure, a shakespear play I attended a couple years back, made a big impact on me because of how it was executed, since then I have been into poetry and written works.
my breaths are measured in gasps
like
sprints
measured in collapse
The time we spent together was never measured. I could only give value to our shared moments by the beats of my heart. One hour maybe, a thousand heartbeats.