i spilled my guts about something i shouldnt have. and people were mad but thats ok it had to be said.
samantha
she spilled the glass of water in a hurry. She was very nervous. The moment was dawning in to her, that did not help.
Aakriti
Why did this have to happen to me? It’s the worst possible thing. I can’t believe Michaela spilled my secret to the whole school. I honestly regret ever being friends with her.
Don’t cry over spilled milk. It can’t be put back in the glass (well, at least not all of it, and it wouldn’t be anything you wanted to drink – ewww, milk that’s been on the floor/some person’s suspicious-looking counter top…). Move on, seriously, there’s better milk out there.
Candice
Coffee spilled all over her paper. She watched it as in slow-motion. She saw all he notes vanishing in an instant under the deep brown liquid.
Spilled pork juice is a disgusting item which cannot be replaced with any other byproduct. Don’t call me rude or prejudiced
Darreys
the coffee spilled all over my books, I was very angry, till the books dried up and I realized they all had a new wonderful smell… I should start spilling my coffee on things more often.
guido Ricciardelli
i spilled the beans my dress was ruined when i spilled wine on it. i was spilling the shilling and dealing with a spoilt spilled sour glass of milk. the paint spilled onto the canvas of my life so weird.
wendi
I spilled my thoughts, no regard as to what all I was saying. he had asked me a simple question, but the kind look in his eyes made me want to talk. The way he asked, and the way he looked at me as it all came out, I knew that he was willing to listen and that IO could tus him not to say anything to anyone else. I told him everything I was thinking and feeling,and when I stopped talking, I felt better, but nothing changed between us.
Beans are spilled . Red beans and rice have been a large part of my diet in the past. Human beans are not really beans at all. I seem to have some extra time so Id like to say hello to my mum and dad and the girl down the road l
boris oblivious
I’m in warrior mode
having gone more than two months
without a day off
without reprieve.
Most weeks I only sleep six hours a night
and I trudge forward
with resolve sharper than I ever knew
prior to this two month deluge.
This is not a poem.
This is my awe on the page,
an ink bottle tipped over,
with its contents finding solace on the page.
I SPILLED MILK, DURING BREAKFAST. MY HUSBAND STARTED TO BEAT ME FOR IT. IT’S BEEN A DIFFUCULT MARRIAGE. THE KIDS ARE AWAYS CRYING AND SAYING HOW MUCH THEY HATE ME. I CRY
HAN
spilled
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spilledspileespiled
Spilled
Spiled
Spilled
Spilled
Spilled
Spilled
I spilled my milk!
Spill the beans!
AAAA there is too much time to spill !!
blah blah blah spill spill blah
Remtem
The splash of coffee ran down her neck and shoulder, spilling across her arm and onto the table. It soaked through her shirt, leaving it soaked with a brown stain of liquid, bitter and warm.
I am never the type of person to spill emotions. I’m locked up inside and therefore no one can get me to take it all out. Yes, I know, it’s my fault.
Chelsea
Spilled milk. Never understood how that one was bad because I was never really a big milk drinker.
Now, spilled coffee will make me cry. I won’t try to drink it off the counter but it really makes me sad to spill coffee. Or Mello Yello. Or ice cream. Oh, coffee ice cream. See, all leads back to a love of coffee!
i spilled some of my emotions today and I guess I was a little embarrassed. Spilling emotions is hard work, since the cleanup can often take so long. So is it the spilling I’m embarrassed about, or the large amount of time that I invariably need to clean up the aftermath?
Tas
she spilled the milk but knew not to cry over it. it had happened so many times before. this time she realized that it honestly just was NOT WORTH IT and walked away. no paper towel, no lysol wipe, no clean up at all. she didnt even call mommy to ask for help. she had learned to adapt
Valerie
I spilled my soul over your long hair, drops of lust and sorrow embalmed your hair, darling, making it stronger than the tree branches.
She spilled her syrup, at first it all came rushing down but then just a few drops fell. Drop, drop, drop. Everything fell right into place in a perfect puddle of pure sweetness.
Ari
Her hair, unbound, spilled down her back. It was kinked and rippled from being braided so long. He longed to run his fingers through those ripples.
words run out of my mouth faster than I can close it. they slip out, and slide off my tongue without hesitation. it takes me a century to realize what happened and by the time I do those words have already ran off to somewhere I can’t see.
rosemary
He spilled his milk carton while he was taking a trip to his mother’s store.
Cheska
I just can’t forget it. I’ve seen the way I used to be and now I’m blinded by that thing in my eyes, that silly goal, that little bug. It made me rub and rub my eyes until I cried. I spilt my milk. Time to complain that I’m lonely, now. I’ll try not to, but I just can’t forget it.
i spilled my guts about something i shouldnt have. and people were mad but thats ok it had to be said.
she spilled the glass of water in a hurry. She was very nervous. The moment was dawning in to her, that did not help.
Why did this have to happen to me? It’s the worst possible thing. I can’t believe Michaela spilled my secret to the whole school. I honestly regret ever being friends with her.
i love you a little
like splitting the red sea was a nice party trick
like samson was a pretty strong guy
like king herod was a bit of a dick
Don’t cry over spilled milk. It can’t be put back in the glass (well, at least not all of it, and it wouldn’t be anything you wanted to drink – ewww, milk that’s been on the floor/some person’s suspicious-looking counter top…). Move on, seriously, there’s better milk out there.
Coffee spilled all over her paper. She watched it as in slow-motion. She saw all he notes vanishing in an instant under the deep brown liquid.
Spilled pork juice is a disgusting item which cannot be replaced with any other byproduct. Don’t call me rude or prejudiced
the coffee spilled all over my books, I was very angry, till the books dried up and I realized they all had a new wonderful smell… I should start spilling my coffee on things more often.
i spilled the beans my dress was ruined when i spilled wine on it. i was spilling the shilling and dealing with a spoilt spilled sour glass of milk. the paint spilled onto the canvas of my life so weird.
I spilled my thoughts, no regard as to what all I was saying. he had asked me a simple question, but the kind look in his eyes made me want to talk. The way he asked, and the way he looked at me as it all came out, I knew that he was willing to listen and that IO could tus him not to say anything to anyone else. I told him everything I was thinking and feeling,and when I stopped talking, I felt better, but nothing changed between us.
I shouldn’t have spilled that,
Mom will be mad,
Here comes my cat,
My cat won’t be sad.
Beans are spilled . Red beans and rice have been a large part of my diet in the past. Human beans are not really beans at all. I seem to have some extra time so Id like to say hello to my mum and dad and the girl down the road l
I’m in warrior mode
having gone more than two months
without a day off
without reprieve.
Most weeks I only sleep six hours a night
and I trudge forward
with resolve sharper than I ever knew
prior to this two month deluge.
This is not a poem.
This is my awe on the page,
an ink bottle tipped over,
with its contents finding solace on the page.
Spilled glass, wet pants. Ice cubes on the floor.
I SPILLED MILK, DURING BREAKFAST. MY HUSBAND STARTED TO BEAT ME FOR IT. IT’S BEEN A DIFFUCULT MARRIAGE. THE KIDS ARE AWAYS CRYING AND SAYING HOW MUCH THEY HATE ME. I CRY
spilled
Spilled
spilledspileespiled
Spilled
Spiled
Spilled
Spilled
Spilled
Spilled
I spilled my milk!
Spill the beans!
AAAA there is too much time to spill !!
blah blah blah spill spill blah
The splash of coffee ran down her neck and shoulder, spilling across her arm and onto the table. It soaked through her shirt, leaving it soaked with a brown stain of liquid, bitter and warm.
I am never the type of person to spill emotions. I’m locked up inside and therefore no one can get me to take it all out. Yes, I know, it’s my fault.
Spilled milk. Never understood how that one was bad because I was never really a big milk drinker.
Now, spilled coffee will make me cry. I won’t try to drink it off the counter but it really makes me sad to spill coffee. Or Mello Yello. Or ice cream. Oh, coffee ice cream. See, all leads back to a love of coffee!
i spilled some of my emotions today and I guess I was a little embarrassed. Spilling emotions is hard work, since the cleanup can often take so long. So is it the spilling I’m embarrassed about, or the large amount of time that I invariably need to clean up the aftermath?
she spilled the milk but knew not to cry over it. it had happened so many times before. this time she realized that it honestly just was NOT WORTH IT and walked away. no paper towel, no lysol wipe, no clean up at all. she didnt even call mommy to ask for help. she had learned to adapt
I spilled my soul over your long hair, drops of lust and sorrow embalmed your hair, darling, making it stronger than the tree branches.
She spilled her syrup, at first it all came rushing down but then just a few drops fell. Drop, drop, drop. Everything fell right into place in a perfect puddle of pure sweetness.
Her hair, unbound, spilled down her back. It was kinked and rippled from being braided so long. He longed to run his fingers through those ripples.
words run out of my mouth faster than I can close it. they slip out, and slide off my tongue without hesitation. it takes me a century to realize what happened and by the time I do those words have already ran off to somewhere I can’t see.
He spilled his milk carton while he was taking a trip to his mother’s store.
I just can’t forget it. I’ve seen the way I used to be and now I’m blinded by that thing in my eyes, that silly goal, that little bug. It made me rub and rub my eyes until I cried. I spilt my milk. Time to complain that I’m lonely, now. I’ll try not to, but I just can’t forget it.
I spilled to glass of juice all over my mother’s new white dress for my cousin’s wedding. The worst part: it was grape.