I Love my pictures
So many memories....
in a simple single flash,
of Me, Milly and Emma,
and Steve with his mustache.
That picture of me and Georgia,
will always make me smile,
with the tinsel wigs and sparkleing eyes,
when we had our own stlye.
That ancient paper image of me,
with a jumper up my shirt,
pretending to have a baby,
in my black pretty school skirt.
Wrapped up inside my blanket,
sat in the my house's doorway,
the best sleepover of my life,
when there wasnt enough room to lay.
Chris and Dan there they stand,
with the things we edited in,
with the crowns that sat upon their head,
and their bright fluorescent skin.
The one of us at bowling,
with his arms that warpped around me,
the kiss placed upon my cheek,
when together was me and he.
Bats and wicthes we was all dressed up,
for that was my halloween party,
apples floating inside the bowl,
that game sure made us mardy.
Me and Abi in that feild,
the sunshine to our backs,
socks that reached up to our knees,
walking up that dirt track.
Cake mixture everywhere
Saz, Me and Georgia's fun
Ive never baked without a laugh
since that night begun.
Me and Cohen with pussy cat faces,
as we got ready for sports day,
face paint for our Jaguar team,
as our runners ran the way.
The mirror refelcted the light rays back,
of us in our army kit,
Amy n me went on that trip
and loved every single bit!
This is why I love them pictures,
they keep the memories alive,
every time I push that button,
I know that they'll survie.
Poetry by emma-lou
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Written on 2010-03-23 at 18:57
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So many memories....
That Picture
Capturing that moment,in a simple single flash,
of Me, Milly and Emma,
and Steve with his mustache.
That picture of me and Georgia,
will always make me smile,
with the tinsel wigs and sparkleing eyes,
when we had our own stlye.
That ancient paper image of me,
with a jumper up my shirt,
pretending to have a baby,
in my black pretty school skirt.
Wrapped up inside my blanket,
sat in the my house's doorway,
the best sleepover of my life,
when there wasnt enough room to lay.
Chris and Dan there they stand,
with the things we edited in,
with the crowns that sat upon their head,
and their bright fluorescent skin.
The one of us at bowling,
with his arms that warpped around me,
the kiss placed upon my cheek,
when together was me and he.
Bats and wicthes we was all dressed up,
for that was my halloween party,
apples floating inside the bowl,
that game sure made us mardy.
Me and Abi in that feild,
the sunshine to our backs,
socks that reached up to our knees,
walking up that dirt track.
Cake mixture everywhere
Saz, Me and Georgia's fun
Ive never baked without a laugh
since that night begun.
Me and Cohen with pussy cat faces,
as we got ready for sports day,
face paint for our Jaguar team,
as our runners ran the way.
The mirror refelcted the light rays back,
of us in our army kit,
Amy n me went on that trip
and loved every single bit!
This is why I love them pictures,
they keep the memories alive,
every time I push that button,
I know that they'll survie.
Poetry by emma-lou
Read 819 times
Written on 2010-03-23 at 18:57
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