we all have the opportunity to love ourselves each day.
Anonymous
The gentle sway of the treetops, as the summer breeze caress them.. The gentle stroke from your lover, lying next to you in the meadow.
Dreamer
the trees sway back and forth in the wind like a couple dancing in the evening. they’re unaware of their surroundings or even the music. they only feel each other and the warm between them so they sway. they hold hands and close their eyes and sway.
kaitlan
To sway. Sometimes people sway back and forth among their feelings. Love, for instance. It sure has meade me sway. Sway back to someone I once loved, and forward, to someone I will never forget.
Kine
swaying from sway to sway and back to sway… I sway back and forth swaying from sway through sway to sway and finally to sway… my sway is up.
kev
not sway again I just wrote about this…
kev
swaying trees… too and fro… like my ears in the wind… my ears are stationary at the current time as it is not windy… it is sunny… but cold… leaves are blowing
kev
the swaying figures chanted a silent prayer. “please, please help this child survive”
lily
i dont know what i’m about to create but it will be beautiful and perfect. it’s like my soul is calling something fantastic and amazing but i dont know what it is. it has to be something without flaw, but who?
Trenton
Well when the trees fell over on top of the house you were the only one left inside. And as you climbed out through the brances growing into your fishes and catbowls you began to think of what you were doing this for, and what was on the other side. And you figured it out but from that day on you never spoke to anybody again if you could avoid it.
crabmuffins
sway away
name
back and forth through the peach trees of the georgia sky like a firefly on a warm summer night . the peace was calm , subdued and so light . it was hard to remem
anika
There is nothing like the femininity in my hips – my breast, my thighs – the sway on my sides, the jiggle=flop of my breasts, the smacking of my thighs – that makes me hate myself more; I want to just cut everything off.
Julie Moore
sway. sway closer. with that inextricable rhythm you once knew. as every fibre in your body bends you closer, closer to the edge. the edge of something – anything – nothing. the great abyss of being. for what is mortality but a portion of the dance? and what is the dance without the music? and the music is nothing without the fibres and the feel and the sound; and the sound is nothing without the air from one anothers lungs. so sway, darling, sway.
holly
I sway to the music of your drum…
Not mine.
I sway to your heart beat. Your Song. Your eyes.
Not mine.
I like your song.
I like to sway.
Make it stop, some day.
Jessica
sway
kim
the light breeze caused the trees to sway in echo of the swing
terra oheyhey
swing
terra oheyhey
Picking up sticks, hungover in the park. your head rushes as you stand up and sway a little on your unsteady feet.
sal
Dancing under the moonlight to imaginary music as your dress glimmers when you turn around in circles under the loving eye of your sweetheart and the world.
nienke
He moved to the music with her, swaying in time with her steps. It was light music, beautiful and airy, summoning up thoughts of a time long past.
Step, sway, step, swirl.
Movements in time to heart beats.
“I love you,” the old man whispered.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
Ocean
sway in the dark high lighting a corpse your closet full of bodies time has run its course we all had our suspicions when your glance changed when you swayed awkwardly in the pale moon light
Edd
Sway makes me dream of the broken tides pushing towards my side when I sway beneath the love of you in a pulsating fashion, passionless pull its a dangerous
Edwyn Butler
i’m not english, no idea.. persway? i have to go to the bathroom anyway.. bye :P
a
i sway all the way
you sway me in ur bed
sway oh ohow i want to stay but it’s time to let you go
sway.
how will i fade in the light of burning bliss
nikki blane
Sway to the left and swing to the right step up to fall down fists fly as everyone swigs it down
Bar Fight
B
from side to side. easy and free. that’s the way, you got it. Like the leaves on that tree. So nice, gentle, oh! to feel the air!
Cheryl Southall
The sway of the market in its ups and downs had made him a bit seasick. Everywhere he turned it seemed the horizon was bouncing madly.
gino
sway my way, like a wind of hope
sway the way i want you to
embracing me with
Linds
sway is the wind that comes when you’re drench
sway is the wave that moves you when you’re stationary
sway ’til your
Linds
move yourself to make time
have plenty of words to keep them in line
when there is no breath in the air
i can make buildings sing
with only a song to keep me hearing
all of your footsteps on the cold stairs
jerome
sway to the left – sway to the right stand up sit down fight fight fight. If I sway with all my might. Might i fall to the right or fall to the left
bsings
this way… sway this way.
let me see you sway
this way.
juli
hips that move to the sweet rhythm of life. Cool breeze blowing past the leaves of the tree in my backyard. My car as i exit a turn and the tires squeal pure excitement.
adrian
When I hear that beat, my hips begin to sway. It reminds me of who I am. Reminds me that the moment I show up on that dancefloor, I own it. I’m the one that turns heads. I’m the one who flirts with everyone, but leaves alone.
And, smirking, I grab my purse and head for the door.
After all, I’ve got a date with the DJ.
Violetta Caine
the movement caught in times of needing more than the stillness of a movement of feeling of.
HeatherLM
Swaying in the wind like a feather looking for my place in the infinite world. I move without thought or feeling. I go where I need to go, where my body takes me, with my heart. My mind is no where to be found because my heart, body, and soul have taken over. Swaying in the foreverness of today, yesterday, and tomorrow.
Sabi
Sway with me Ma Cherie
Like Jacques et Marge on The Simpsons
Inside the bowling alley
Homer is a fool a real pinhead
So sway avec Jacques instead
In the motel near or hotel far away
You will feel ecstasy with moi in bed
I’m the best. Ask my ex. It’s what she said
For lack of loving me she tragically is dead
Tu es ma vie, ma cherie-
La femme the most jolie
J’adore tout de votre body.
So vien a le casbas with me.
Ohn Hon Hon N’est-pas.
This has been every day French with Jacques Escargo. Non?
C'est Jacques, Non!?!
Swaying back and forth, it’s what I always do.
Adam
the tees i guess swat that’s ordinary accepted and i can perhaps sway your opinion or be swayed by yours but where does that leave us there’s
we all have the opportunity to love ourselves each day.
The gentle sway of the treetops, as the summer breeze caress them.. The gentle stroke from your lover, lying next to you in the meadow.
the trees sway back and forth in the wind like a couple dancing in the evening. they’re unaware of their surroundings or even the music. they only feel each other and the warm between them so they sway. they hold hands and close their eyes and sway.
To sway. Sometimes people sway back and forth among their feelings. Love, for instance. It sure has meade me sway. Sway back to someone I once loved, and forward, to someone I will never forget.
swaying from sway to sway and back to sway… I sway back and forth swaying from sway through sway to sway and finally to sway… my sway is up.
not sway again I just wrote about this…
swaying trees… too and fro… like my ears in the wind… my ears are stationary at the current time as it is not windy… it is sunny… but cold… leaves are blowing
the swaying figures chanted a silent prayer. “please, please help this child survive”
i dont know what i’m about to create but it will be beautiful and perfect. it’s like my soul is calling something fantastic and amazing but i dont know what it is. it has to be something without flaw, but who?
Well when the trees fell over on top of the house you were the only one left inside. And as you climbed out through the brances growing into your fishes and catbowls you began to think of what you were doing this for, and what was on the other side. And you figured it out but from that day on you never spoke to anybody again if you could avoid it.
sway away
back and forth through the peach trees of the georgia sky like a firefly on a warm summer night . the peace was calm , subdued and so light . it was hard to remem
There is nothing like the femininity in my hips – my breast, my thighs – the sway on my sides, the jiggle=flop of my breasts, the smacking of my thighs – that makes me hate myself more; I want to just cut everything off.
sway. sway closer. with that inextricable rhythm you once knew. as every fibre in your body bends you closer, closer to the edge. the edge of something – anything – nothing. the great abyss of being. for what is mortality but a portion of the dance? and what is the dance without the music? and the music is nothing without the fibres and the feel and the sound; and the sound is nothing without the air from one anothers lungs. so sway, darling, sway.
I sway to the music of your drum…
Not mine.
I sway to your heart beat. Your Song. Your eyes.
Not mine.
I like your song.
I like to sway.
Make it stop, some day.
sway
the light breeze caused the trees to sway in echo of the swing
swing
Picking up sticks, hungover in the park. your head rushes as you stand up and sway a little on your unsteady feet.
Dancing under the moonlight to imaginary music as your dress glimmers when you turn around in circles under the loving eye of your sweetheart and the world.
He moved to the music with her, swaying in time with her steps. It was light music, beautiful and airy, summoning up thoughts of a time long past.
Step, sway, step, swirl.
Movements in time to heart beats.
“I love you,” the old man whispered.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
sway in the dark high lighting a corpse your closet full of bodies time has run its course we all had our suspicions when your glance changed when you swayed awkwardly in the pale moon light
Sway makes me dream of the broken tides pushing towards my side when I sway beneath the love of you in a pulsating fashion, passionless pull its a dangerous
i’m not english, no idea.. persway? i have to go to the bathroom anyway.. bye :P
i sway all the way
you sway me in ur bed
sway oh ohow i want to stay but it’s time to let you go
sway.
how will i fade in the light of burning bliss
Sway to the left and swing to the right step up to fall down fists fly as everyone swigs it down
Bar Fight
from side to side. easy and free. that’s the way, you got it. Like the leaves on that tree. So nice, gentle, oh! to feel the air!
The sway of the market in its ups and downs had made him a bit seasick. Everywhere he turned it seemed the horizon was bouncing madly.
sway my way, like a wind of hope
sway the way i want you to
embracing me with
sway is the wind that comes when you’re drench
sway is the wave that moves you when you’re stationary
sway ’til your
move yourself to make time
have plenty of words to keep them in line
when there is no breath in the air
i can make buildings sing
with only a song to keep me hearing
all of your footsteps on the cold stairs
sway to the left – sway to the right stand up sit down fight fight fight. If I sway with all my might. Might i fall to the right or fall to the left
this way… sway this way.
let me see you sway
this way.
hips that move to the sweet rhythm of life. Cool breeze blowing past the leaves of the tree in my backyard. My car as i exit a turn and the tires squeal pure excitement.
When I hear that beat, my hips begin to sway. It reminds me of who I am. Reminds me that the moment I show up on that dancefloor, I own it. I’m the one that turns heads. I’m the one who flirts with everyone, but leaves alone.
And, smirking, I grab my purse and head for the door.
After all, I’ve got a date with the DJ.
the movement caught in times of needing more than the stillness of a movement of feeling of.
Swaying in the wind like a feather looking for my place in the infinite world. I move without thought or feeling. I go where I need to go, where my body takes me, with my heart. My mind is no where to be found because my heart, body, and soul have taken over. Swaying in the foreverness of today, yesterday, and tomorrow.
Sway with me Ma Cherie
Like Jacques et Marge on The Simpsons
Inside the bowling alley
Homer is a fool a real pinhead
So sway avec Jacques instead
In the motel near or hotel far away
You will feel ecstasy with moi in bed
I’m the best. Ask my ex. It’s what she said
For lack of loving me she tragically is dead
Tu es ma vie, ma cherie-
La femme the most jolie
J’adore tout de votre body.
So vien a le casbas with me.
Ohn Hon Hon N’est-pas.
This has been every day French with Jacques Escargo. Non?
Swaying back and forth, it’s what I always do.
the tees i guess swat that’s ordinary accepted and i can perhaps sway your opinion or be swayed by yours but where does that leave us there’s