She swept me up. she dropped me in the trash. I was swept and aiming for her arms.
Mark
Sometimes people like to be swept off their feet. Other times, people like the action to go slowly…more like a lazy river ride than a broken dam. Me? I like hurricanes. Tsunami’s. So, I guess you could say I don’t need to stay on my feet.
Taylor
My feet were pulled from under me… not literally, hes just a small boy after all. But that is what he did. He pulled my feet from under me. He picked me up and held me forever. I was swept. Swept from the ground and swept from my boring life. He had save me and now… now there was nothing i could do to save him.
He swept me off my feet, with one quick fist to the forehead. From the ground I could see the tears in his jeans, and through those I could see cuts on his legs. Violence is a learned behavior. I felt a little sorry. I kicked him in the shin and he joined me on the pavement.
Alex P
i was swept off my feet by you. youre like a rainstorm in the amount of power and beauty you have. i was caught under your spell and forever will be i love you please dont ever stop sweeping me off my feet <3
panda
Tomorrow will be another day. These past few weeks, months, years, seemed to have all been swept up together into one. But tomorrow, yes, tomorrow I will realize all I have done. I will be thankful for those and that around me. Life will reveal her mysteries to me and my boy life wonder shall resume. Yes, tomorrow is another day.
I hate sweeping. I always swept as a little kid. My mom told me that my grandmother told her that the more you swept, the better wife and mother you would be. As i grew up, I realized that it was a ploy to get me to do more chores.
Natalie
i was swept off of my feet by a tide. not by love or any other chemical reaction. a pure solid tide. it was naturally not emotional or forgiveable. it was real. i dislike being “swept” off of anything.
Faced with the devil or the deep blue see she let the waves sweep her away, to what she did not know, but she prayed she would reemerge as Venus – true in spirit and strong in heart…ready to face her devil.
whitwig
Being swept away by love is something awesome. But being swept under the rug isn’t fun. If there’s one thing that I’d have to say disappoints me the most, it’s being forgotten about.
Because seriously, I’m not worth thought? Thanks, dude.
Heros in this world are like maids – they sweep the bad away. They try to, at least. However, the difference between a hero and a maid is that heros are applauded, and maids are given more dirt to sweep away.
He swept the floor. He swept stratigically. Left to right and then move back. Right to left and then move back. Day in and day out he swept the halls, the children not caring who he was and what he did. No one watched him, no one knew him. He matter to no one. All he did was sweep. If they noticed him at all, he was still nameless. He was just the man who swept.
JillBatt
i’m in love with a girl who wants to be swept off her feet. we have a magical story where i came into her life and nothing was ever the same again. she was suddenly gone. her old ways were no more and we were suddenly together. in reality, it took me 6 months to corral her. she had me swept from day one.
dan
She swept up all the paper she had torn apart in her fury. Her journals were ripped to shreds. All of them. She couldn’t bear to look at them anymore. Especially the ones that were from when she was little and actually had some semblance of innocence. It was disgusting.
Jessica
The trumpet blaring, the saxophone moaning, the singer crooning, the smoky club full of young men.His sharp suit, grey, cut just right, the way he looked at her so she couldn’t look away. Her magenta dress, just new, tucked in at the waist. A new pearl necklace. “You swept me off my feet,” she said.
“she was swept off of her feet.” i used to think that was just a silly expression used in movies about disney princesses and such, until of course it happened to me. figuratively and literally.
michelle
I swept the floor with the magical broomstick Harry Potter gave me. We were dating so I got his awesome Firebolt to do my household chores. It was pretty amazing. You should try to date Harry Potter but he
Cecilia Hoover
swept away in love. the avett brothers, and north carolina. the place i call home, leaves me trembling with shitty typing. i keep coming back to one person, i don’t know if i am ever going to be fully whole after that. she doesnt know or she probably does? what do i know?
Jai
I walked past a man on the street that night. He looked tired, like he had seen a lot of life. He swept the sidewalk outside of his small shop with defeated and small movements. I wondered why he would waste his time sweeping something that would be dirty again by tomorrow morning.
Brittney Boland
the dirty wind swept the rose away. petal after petal the rose turned to wind. rosy wind swept the tears and brought the rain. swep the rain and brought the sun.
Cristela
under the rug with the rest of my knickknacks. so long little dust bunnies. see you again in a few years maybe? who knows. i wonder if the things i sweep away and forget about keep their meaning when we meet again ages later or if it only really matters right now. i guess i’ll never know. dust in the wind. dust bunnies in the wind.
k
I had always wanted to sweep her off her feet. Show her what a romantic I was. That I was head over heels in love with her. I wanted her to smile at ME. I wanted her to laugh with me. I didn’t want to be on the outside anymore. I wanted to be next to her. To hold her. I wanted her to be mine and only mine forever.
Swept away by the love, she said. I was just swept away, as if a broom came along whisking and I was in the way and poof! I was swept into a pile, not of trash, not of dust or cat hair, but into the arms of my own true love. Whew! Sounds too romantic, way too romantic, I know, but it’s absolutely true, every word.
Emily
I was swept off my feet like a leaf in the wind. He stole my heart so quickly I wasn’t sure what was happening. After months of feeling confused, finally I felt better. He changed me in a way that I thought would never happen to me. I was always against it but now I embrace it and I’m proud to say I love him. So why and how could I have feelings for someone else? What is wrong with me?
How appropriate it became when she swept the shattered pieces of the looking glass from the floor, how reminiscent of her newly fractured life.
I can change what you see
I was swept away by a feeling of lose. I could not stop feeling the pain as it lingered in my heart and my soul. I craved peace, and yet the feeling swept over me again and again.
Gail Conn
She swept me off my feet? This makes me think of the one minunte writes we used to get in like 3rd grade. I was just thinking about these the other day. about ho9w I missed them. They were nice. Boy do I miss themm.
Alicia
A cold wind swept across the girls white cheeks, making them flush. She shivered, pulling her coat tighter across herself.
Hannah
swept up into the breeze off my pillowcase. my dead skin. my dead self. out the window it goes so close to your cheek. can you feel the fluttering ghost of me, once-upon-a-person?
He swept me off my feet. He made me fall in love, by sweeping me off my feet. Like my hero, he swept me off my feet. He held me in his arms after sweeping me off my feet. I had fallen in love, by being swept off my feet.
Vacuum is a concept that exists only naturally but always has existed in space! Don’t judge.
Drandon
I was swept away by your presence,
I felt under the rug.
You couldn’t help to save me.
Alone,
but never above.
Your words drove deep,
you put a dent into my soul.
I was swept away by your beauty. I couldn’t deny it.
Either way, I’m still fighting it.
Our paths were crossed.
I stumbled off.
Now I’m gone,
And here I stay.
Sydney
go with the bricks, not the other way. when the are vertical, the broom will sweep across the hard surface in ease. but the other way around, there will be resistance; the broom will not work with your will. leaves and dirt will fall in the cracks, and never truly go away.
sweep away tears fast, don’t let them dry. when they soak into your skin, they won’t be forgotten soon. they will fall into those cracks, and it will be impossible to dig them back out.
off my feet with love, and am unable to stand again, because of how I feel, give in to it. Love as if there is no tomorrow because for us, there might not be. For i lve you, and nothing can change that, let us live and love as much as we can, for that is what is good in life. Love.
Jason
I was swept away by your beauty and grace. I think the term swept is so appropriate for describing what happens when I see you because I drift to a place where magic is possible.
Heidi
I’ve swept many a floor in the past while I was employed as a janitor in California.
She swept me up. she dropped me in the trash. I was swept and aiming for her arms.
Sometimes people like to be swept off their feet. Other times, people like the action to go slowly…more like a lazy river ride than a broken dam. Me? I like hurricanes. Tsunami’s. So, I guess you could say I don’t need to stay on my feet.
My feet were pulled from under me… not literally, hes just a small boy after all. But that is what he did. He pulled my feet from under me. He picked me up and held me forever. I was swept. Swept from the ground and swept from my boring life. He had save me and now… now there was nothing i could do to save him.
Cinderella, brooms, straw brooms, dirt floors, small villages
clean, maid, mom, kitchen
He swept me off my feet, with one quick fist to the forehead. From the ground I could see the tears in his jeans, and through those I could see cuts on his legs. Violence is a learned behavior. I felt a little sorry. I kicked him in the shin and he joined me on the pavement.
i was swept off my feet by you. youre like a rainstorm in the amount of power and beauty you have. i was caught under your spell and forever will be i love you please dont ever stop sweeping me off my feet <3
Tomorrow will be another day. These past few weeks, months, years, seemed to have all been swept up together into one. But tomorrow, yes, tomorrow I will realize all I have done. I will be thankful for those and that around me. Life will reveal her mysteries to me and my boy life wonder shall resume. Yes, tomorrow is another day.
I hate sweeping. I always swept as a little kid. My mom told me that my grandmother told her that the more you swept, the better wife and mother you would be. As i grew up, I realized that it was a ploy to get me to do more chores.
i was swept off of my feet by a tide. not by love or any other chemical reaction. a pure solid tide. it was naturally not emotional or forgiveable. it was real. i dislike being “swept” off of anything.
No.
Faced with the devil or the deep blue see she let the waves sweep her away, to what she did not know, but she prayed she would reemerge as Venus – true in spirit and strong in heart…ready to face her devil.
Being swept away by love is something awesome. But being swept under the rug isn’t fun. If there’s one thing that I’d have to say disappoints me the most, it’s being forgotten about.
Because seriously, I’m not worth thought? Thanks, dude.
Heros in this world are like maids – they sweep the bad away. They try to, at least. However, the difference between a hero and a maid is that heros are applauded, and maids are given more dirt to sweep away.
He swept the floor. He swept stratigically. Left to right and then move back. Right to left and then move back. Day in and day out he swept the halls, the children not caring who he was and what he did. No one watched him, no one knew him. He matter to no one. All he did was sweep. If they noticed him at all, he was still nameless. He was just the man who swept.
i’m in love with a girl who wants to be swept off her feet. we have a magical story where i came into her life and nothing was ever the same again. she was suddenly gone. her old ways were no more and we were suddenly together. in reality, it took me 6 months to corral her. she had me swept from day one.
She swept up all the paper she had torn apart in her fury. Her journals were ripped to shreds. All of them. She couldn’t bear to look at them anymore. Especially the ones that were from when she was little and actually had some semblance of innocence. It was disgusting.
The trumpet blaring, the saxophone moaning, the singer crooning, the smoky club full of young men.His sharp suit, grey, cut just right, the way he looked at her so she couldn’t look away. Her magenta dress, just new, tucked in at the waist. A new pearl necklace. “You swept me off my feet,” she said.
“she was swept off of her feet.” i used to think that was just a silly expression used in movies about disney princesses and such, until of course it happened to me. figuratively and literally.
I swept the floor with the magical broomstick Harry Potter gave me. We were dating so I got his awesome Firebolt to do my household chores. It was pretty amazing. You should try to date Harry Potter but he
swept away in love. the avett brothers, and north carolina. the place i call home, leaves me trembling with shitty typing. i keep coming back to one person, i don’t know if i am ever going to be fully whole after that. she doesnt know or she probably does? what do i know?
I walked past a man on the street that night. He looked tired, like he had seen a lot of life. He swept the sidewalk outside of his small shop with defeated and small movements. I wondered why he would waste his time sweeping something that would be dirty again by tomorrow morning.
the dirty wind swept the rose away. petal after petal the rose turned to wind. rosy wind swept the tears and brought the rain. swep the rain and brought the sun.
under the rug with the rest of my knickknacks. so long little dust bunnies. see you again in a few years maybe? who knows. i wonder if the things i sweep away and forget about keep their meaning when we meet again ages later or if it only really matters right now. i guess i’ll never know. dust in the wind. dust bunnies in the wind.
I had always wanted to sweep her off her feet. Show her what a romantic I was. That I was head over heels in love with her. I wanted her to smile at ME. I wanted her to laugh with me. I didn’t want to be on the outside anymore. I wanted to be next to her. To hold her. I wanted her to be mine and only mine forever.
Swept away by the love, she said. I was just swept away, as if a broom came along whisking and I was in the way and poof! I was swept into a pile, not of trash, not of dust or cat hair, but into the arms of my own true love. Whew! Sounds too romantic, way too romantic, I know, but it’s absolutely true, every word.
I was swept off my feet like a leaf in the wind. He stole my heart so quickly I wasn’t sure what was happening. After months of feeling confused, finally I felt better. He changed me in a way that I thought would never happen to me. I was always against it but now I embrace it and I’m proud to say I love him. So why and how could I have feelings for someone else? What is wrong with me?
How appropriate it became when she swept the shattered pieces of the looking glass from the floor, how reminiscent of her newly fractured life.
I was swept away by a feeling of lose. I could not stop feeling the pain as it lingered in my heart and my soul. I craved peace, and yet the feeling swept over me again and again.
She swept me off my feet? This makes me think of the one minunte writes we used to get in like 3rd grade. I was just thinking about these the other day. about ho9w I missed them. They were nice. Boy do I miss themm.
A cold wind swept across the girls white cheeks, making them flush. She shivered, pulling her coat tighter across herself.
swept up into the breeze off my pillowcase. my dead skin. my dead self. out the window it goes so close to your cheek. can you feel the fluttering ghost of me, once-upon-a-person?
He swept me off my feet. He made me fall in love, by sweeping me off my feet. Like my hero, he swept me off my feet. He held me in his arms after sweeping me off my feet. I had fallen in love, by being swept off my feet.
Vacuum is a concept that exists only naturally but always has existed in space! Don’t judge.
I was swept away by your presence,
I felt under the rug.
You couldn’t help to save me.
Alone,
but never above.
Your words drove deep,
you put a dent into my soul.
The winds of doubt swept her love of writing under the rug of silence.
I was swept away by your beauty. I couldn’t deny it.
Either way, I’m still fighting it.
Our paths were crossed.
I stumbled off.
Now I’m gone,
And here I stay.
go with the bricks, not the other way. when the are vertical, the broom will sweep across the hard surface in ease. but the other way around, there will be resistance; the broom will not work with your will. leaves and dirt will fall in the cracks, and never truly go away.
sweep away tears fast, don’t let them dry. when they soak into your skin, they won’t be forgotten soon. they will fall into those cracks, and it will be impossible to dig them back out.
off my feet with love, and am unable to stand again, because of how I feel, give in to it. Love as if there is no tomorrow because for us, there might not be. For i lve you, and nothing can change that, let us live and love as much as we can, for that is what is good in life. Love.
I was swept away by your beauty and grace. I think the term swept is so appropriate for describing what happens when I see you because I drift to a place where magic is possible.
I’ve swept many a floor in the past while I was employed as a janitor in California.