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Flashback Fridays I can still see the
red and white swirls,
the intended beautiful shape
within the wrapper,
feel the burst of
your unique flavor,
and smell the scent of
of your memories;
knowing you are broken
only makes the pieces
all the sweeter.
:)
:) oh man this makes me wanna write about finding a man who loves how he can see the light through the cracks where I have glued me back together :)
Much Love
Ashley
;-)
And I can't wait to read it! ;-)
I'm in love with your comment
I'm in love with your comment rabits... Not sure why, just am.
Copyright © morningglory
cause its part cohen quote?
cause its part cohen quote?
Much Love
Ashley
:) shucks
:)
shucks
Much Love
Ashley
A small but effective change
A small but effective change ! ;) hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Candy canes! This makes me
Candy canes! This makes me feel like eating candy canes hanging off my Christmas tree! And things so much deeper! ;) hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
;-)
HugSS!!! Love ya Dear!!!
Reminds me of the time..
I was decorating the tree with Mum,
and I pulled out one of my favorite ornaments.
It was red with sparkly snowflakes.
Really pretty! ^.^ mm hm,
but the damn thing broke,
and I had to throw it away.
(Mum made me)
I didn't feel that bad 'bout it though,
and I will tell you why..
A couple of hours went by,
and I found myself sitting in a chair messing with decorations that of bows ect..
Well I lifted thy foot,
and placed it under my left knee while the other hung off,
and when I scooted myself back to get comfortable a piece of the ornament had fallen on the chair,
(unbeknownst to me)
and it sliced right into my vein on my ankle.
Mm hm.
Still have the scar from it.
Little bastard.
My brother pulled it out over the sink,
and like niagara falls the blood just gushed out.
My brother yelled.."It's just a pumping!
and I watched my Mum pass out upon our kitchen floor.
(Don't worry the other hellion caught her.)
Thought that I would share from what I remember as a "Christmas Nightmare."
^_^
Ps. My trigger for this memory.
"feel the burst of
your unique flavor,
and smell the scent of
of your memories;"
Beautiful poem dear. <3
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
;-)
Nothing quite like the scent of large quanities of fresh blood! Amazing the memories that we can arouse in kindred spirits ;-)
Stunning! Never any less from
Stunning! Never any less from you! HugSS always ;)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Love ya Dear!!!
Love ya Dear!!!
Broken Ornament
Yes, it can mean what you want it to, but it is centered on memories with scents that make the mind swim in bliss. I came late to this party (November?) but glad I made the trip - nice penning ~A~
;-)
Thank you Lady A, and you are never too late! one of the most touching and expansive acts of love I've witnessed inspired this one, and & pleased I managed too capture some part of it. ;-)