i wonder if he will ever return to her, maybe or maybe not, i don’t really like the new him, he isn’t as fun, or as good for her, and i don’t know why shes away with the new him, after such little time, but she had such good times with the old him, and i like him too.
Return to me my love. You wander far, you wander near. But darling, you never wander here. It’s sappy yes. But I fear I can’t go on without you. Return to me once more. And maybe I can smile again.
I accidentally hit read before write and had to return to this screen.
Can you return, return, return to me. Bring back my warm beach ball from the ocean, which eats all of my fish and sharks and sea otter friends.
I return from that place, grim and hollow.
This is where I do not belong in the vanity of day to day life.
So I sit; I wait.
To be back where I know I should be.
Back where I want to be.
Home.
It was a horrible mistake to let you come back. You’ve made my mind a mess, and i hate you for that. It’s a strong feeling I know, but I can’t help feeling it now.
return. return to the wondrous world where we all came from, Imagination. we all began as imagination, out father;s and mothers all fantasied us at one point in their lives for good or bad.
i just want to return to the day when you asked me to prom, all those years ago, and we were happy together. those days when i knew i was yours, that i belonged to someone, someone who held my heart so sweetly. i’d give it back if you just asked. silly, i guess.
When I return home I am going to enjoy my time away. It is going to be the one opportunity I have to sit back and relax. My mind will be shutting down and vegging out. Then it’ll be time for a good book and some relaxing outside, followed by a splendid time with the family!
i’m about to return home for the longest stay i’ve had there in a year, i think. three whole months. a whole summer. what the hell am i going to do at home for a whole summer? i’m already bored. ready to go home right now, but i’ll be sick of it in a week, i’m sure. always happens. sigh…
As he returned from the Gulf, where he had disappeared to so many years ago, he returned a different man. Not even his eyes showed the same light that they used to. I didn’t know him.
i wish i could return all of those moments. the moment we first talked to each other. the moment we became best friends. you know you’d be better off without me. all i do is drag you down, i just know it. why do you even bother to talk to me anymore? you obviously don’t love me anymore. why? why did it all disappear?
he wouldnt return. never again would they see his face, nor hear his voice. She would never again kiss his lips, because he had left to join those that had scorned them all, he had become the enemy. Returning was no longer an option, there was no turning back. He regretted it. Instantly. But he had gone from where no one returns.
i dont think i really have anything to say, a sad thing because i returned to this site because i enjoy being given a prompt and then just writing, i dont really know what i am doing. Crazy isnt it? have you ever just thought of beauty? an interesting subject.
I have to go back to him. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever known and he must wonder where I am… how I am. I don’t know how I am and I certainly don’t know where I am … but I have to return to him. I know that much. I have to return. That’s what I have to do. And I will. I know I will. One day. And we’ll be together again. We will. He’ll tell me he loves me and I’ll feel the same.
I return home to a white fluffy dog who pisses underneath my bookshelf while I’m gone. So I have to lock him in his cage when I’m gone because he is so overwhelmed in a 500 sq foot apartment by himself that he pisses himself.
Return. Return to the home. For that is where the heart is. Return to the city. For that is where your soul is. Return to the country for that is where the silence is. Return to school for that is where your mind is. Return to your dreams. For that is where your desires are. Return to the earth. For that is where you shall be burried. That is where your body is. That is where you rest. And when you’re there. You will return.
RETURN THE MOVIE FROM LAST
CAME BACK FROM A LONG PLACE
RETURN
NO ONE USES THAT WORD ANYMORE
THE SEQUAL ALWASY HAS RETURN OF THE GUY WE THOUGHT WE GOT RID OF LAST MOVIE
HE CAME BACK.
I return to the room to find that the mood has changed drastically, as well as the scenery. Chairs are overturned, faces are grim, and not one person will look at me. What could she possibly have told them? Was it a trick? Thoughts raced through my mind as I struggled to think of a probable explanation. It could be an experiment or a cruel joke. But something told me that this was serious.
When you return, I’ll be gone. I shall have run off with the cashier from Aisle 32. She seems nice, quiet and unassuming. We’ll have three ferrets and a snake. Who knows? Maybe she’ll never even notice I’m a vampire.
Im going back where I came from. I’m leaving the room. I’m giving you back those socks I borrowed that time. Can I have my magnifying glass back please?
Coming home, coming back and it’s all in the return
Like a pair of shoes my brother bought me when the others fell apart
a return to the homeland
trees and ocean without the flatlands
a high school with hallways that I’ve walked before
faces that I’ve already seen and the impressions that have been made
as in come back, don’t go. why is it impossible. does the past just dissapear. there’s no promise you won’t come again some day in the future. i can hope for that but i can’t go back. but who would be returning if i never moved forward? i guess only you. i’m just not sure if i want to return so much as change and re-do instead
volver… como volverte a ver por juanes.
o devolver, como devolver un libro a la biblioteca, o un cd a un amigo.
o regresar, como a un grado ya cumplido.
volver volver volvera occurir nunca nunca
return return to me I am crossing an ocean in your name and want never to return, home, stay with you a while
o the return of the dawn after night comes around and the sounds of the chariots in the back of my head. i slept so cordial and with out a frown and now the return of the dawn is going down. i hate you sunrise but i love your set as i jaunt about with a lonely cigarette. castles are fragile.
return to me before i sink into this bottomless pit of dispair. I wish that I too could return to the way things once were. But alas, it is not so and never again shall be.
i want to return to the place i love. the place i once was. the place you still are. my body is here but my heart is there. far off in the distance across space and time. someday i will return, but will you still be there?
It was the day of the soldiers’ grand return. The plane stocked full of brave veterans landed in the airport, and its passengers walked and limped out to meet their loved ones. They had all waited years for that day.
I take her hand cautiously as I follow her. Where, I know not. All I know is that I am going beyond the point of no return. There is no looking back. The decision has been made. But I know this much – I trust her. And that is enough for me.
Sometimes I wish I could return to a previous time in life,just to make a few corrections. Like go to school and get a degree. Marry my childhood sweetheart earlier. Never let my weight go beyond 3 pounds over my set weight. But just how far back would I have to go to undo all of the wrong that happened?
i returned back into her arms after missing her for soooo long…she had liked someone else but i won her back…she finally returned now were in love again and i dont have to cry and miss her and she can just be mine the world is finally back to where it should be and no one is going to stop it from being right again…if that kid interferes i will slay him into tiny little bits
i wonder if he will ever return to her, maybe or maybe not, i don’t really like the new him, he isn’t as fun, or as good for her, and i don’t know why shes away with the new him, after such little time, but she had such good times with the old him, and i like him too.
Return to me my love. You wander far, you wander near. But darling, you never wander here. It’s sappy yes. But I fear I can’t go on without you. Return to me once more. And maybe I can smile again.
I accidentally hit read before write and had to return to this screen.
Can you return, return, return to me. Bring back my warm beach ball from the ocean, which eats all of my fish and sharks and sea otter friends.
I return from that place, grim and hollow.
This is where I do not belong in the vanity of day to day life.
So I sit; I wait.
To be back where I know I should be.
Back where I want to be.
Home.
It was a horrible mistake to let you come back. You’ve made my mind a mess, and i hate you for that. It’s a strong feeling I know, but I can’t help feeling it now.
return. return to the wondrous world where we all came from, Imagination. we all began as imagination, out father;s and mothers all fantasied us at one point in their lives for good or bad.
i just want to return to the day when you asked me to prom, all those years ago, and we were happy together. those days when i knew i was yours, that i belonged to someone, someone who held my heart so sweetly. i’d give it back if you just asked. silly, i guess.
When I return home I am going to enjoy my time away. It is going to be the one opportunity I have to sit back and relax. My mind will be shutting down and vegging out. Then it’ll be time for a good book and some relaxing outside, followed by a splendid time with the family!
i’m about to return home for the longest stay i’ve had there in a year, i think. three whole months. a whole summer. what the hell am i going to do at home for a whole summer? i’m already bored. ready to go home right now, but i’ll be sick of it in a week, i’m sure. always happens. sigh…
As he returned from the Gulf, where he had disappeared to so many years ago, he returned a different man. Not even his eyes showed the same light that they used to. I didn’t know him.
i wish i could return all of those moments. the moment we first talked to each other. the moment we became best friends. you know you’d be better off without me. all i do is drag you down, i just know it. why do you even bother to talk to me anymore? you obviously don’t love me anymore. why? why did it all disappear?
he wouldnt return. never again would they see his face, nor hear his voice. She would never again kiss his lips, because he had left to join those that had scorned them all, he had become the enemy. Returning was no longer an option, there was no turning back. He regretted it. Instantly. But he had gone from where no one returns.
i dont think i really have anything to say, a sad thing because i returned to this site because i enjoy being given a prompt and then just writing, i dont really know what i am doing. Crazy isnt it? have you ever just thought of beauty? an interesting subject.
Come back to me. Please… just come back.
i’m afraid of whats going to happen to our relationship…because i need him more than he needs me
I have to go back to him. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever known and he must wonder where I am… how I am. I don’t know how I am and I certainly don’t know where I am … but I have to return to him. I know that much. I have to return. That’s what I have to do. And I will. I know I will. One day. And we’ll be together again. We will. He’ll tell me he loves me and I’ll feel the same.
I return home to a white fluffy dog who pisses underneath my bookshelf while I’m gone. So I have to lock him in his cage when I’m gone because he is so overwhelmed in a 500 sq foot apartment by himself that he pisses himself.
Return. Return to the home. For that is where the heart is. Return to the city. For that is where your soul is. Return to the country for that is where the silence is. Return to school for that is where your mind is. Return to your dreams. For that is where your desires are. Return to the earth. For that is where you shall be burried. That is where your body is. That is where you rest. And when you’re there. You will return.
RETURN THE MOVIE FROM LAST
CAME BACK FROM A LONG PLACE
RETURN
NO ONE USES THAT WORD ANYMORE
THE SEQUAL ALWASY HAS RETURN OF THE GUY WE THOUGHT WE GOT RID OF LAST MOVIE
HE CAME BACK.
I return to the room to find that the mood has changed drastically, as well as the scenery. Chairs are overturned, faces are grim, and not one person will look at me. What could she possibly have told them? Was it a trick? Thoughts raced through my mind as I struggled to think of a probable explanation. It could be an experiment or a cruel joke. But something told me that this was serious.
When you return, I’ll be gone. I shall have run off with the cashier from Aisle 32. She seems nice, quiet and unassuming. We’ll have three ferrets and a snake. Who knows? Maybe she’ll never even notice I’m a vampire.
Im going back where I came from. I’m leaving the room. I’m giving you back those socks I borrowed that time. Can I have my magnifying glass back please?
Coming home, coming back and it’s all in the return
Like a pair of shoes my brother bought me when the others fell apart
a return to the homeland
trees and ocean without the flatlands
a high school with hallways that I’ve walked before
faces that I’ve already seen and the impressions that have been made
as in come back, don’t go. why is it impossible. does the past just dissapear. there’s no promise you won’t come again some day in the future. i can hope for that but i can’t go back. but who would be returning if i never moved forward? i guess only you. i’m just not sure if i want to return so much as change and re-do instead
volver… como volverte a ver por juanes.
o devolver, como devolver un libro a la biblioteca, o un cd a un amigo.
o regresar, como a un grado ya cumplido.
to the US, i want to return there, the place i feel so good, this place i love because there is the on i love
volver volver volvera occurir nunca nunca
return return to me I am crossing an ocean in your name and want never to return, home, stay with you a while
return from what you see
know what you have loved
know where you have been
o the return of the dawn after night comes around and the sounds of the chariots in the back of my head. i slept so cordial and with out a frown and now the return of the dawn is going down. i hate you sunrise but i love your set as i jaunt about with a lonely cigarette. castles are fragile.
return to me before i sink into this bottomless pit of dispair. I wish that I too could return to the way things once were. But alas, it is not so and never again shall be.
I will return to you.
When your sun has set,
and your moon won’t rise,
And the world is out
to plan your demise,
I will return to you.
When your words are gone,
and your smile faded,
And the light in your
eyes is degraded,
I will return to you.
I will be the wind
in your hair.
I will be your shoulder
to cry on.
I will be the truth
to your dare.
I’ll be the song
to your dance.
I’ll be the words
in your script.
I’ll be the key
to your romance.
When you cannot fly,
your wings so broken.
When you won’t get up,
out of bed.
I will say these words
have them spoken.
I will return to you.
I’ll be the star
to your moon.
I’ll be the rain
to your cloud.
I’ll be the melody
of your tune.
I will return to you.
i want to return to the place i love. the place i once was. the place you still are. my body is here but my heart is there. far off in the distance across space and time. someday i will return, but will you still be there?
It was the day of the soldiers’ grand return. The plane stocked full of brave veterans landed in the airport, and its passengers walked and limped out to meet their loved ones. They had all waited years for that day.
i returned back to my old self. One step forward three steps back. We’ll see about next time. I’ll pray.
come home love come libary book store school home fiends family
I take her hand cautiously as I follow her. Where, I know not. All I know is that I am going beyond the point of no return. There is no looking back. The decision has been made. But I know this much – I trust her. And that is enough for me.
I want to return to last Summer where the sunshine and his bright blue eyes shined down on me.
I know whatever happens to me, I will always return to him. His warm open arms and kind face will always welcome me back. I will always return to him.
Sometimes I wish I could return to a previous time in life,just to make a few corrections. Like go to school and get a degree. Marry my childhood sweetheart earlier. Never let my weight go beyond 3 pounds over my set weight. But just how far back would I have to go to undo all of the wrong that happened?
i returned back into her arms after missing her for soooo long…she had liked someone else but i won her back…she finally returned now were in love again and i dont have to cry and miss her and she can just be mine the world is finally back to where it should be and no one is going to stop it from being right again…if that kid interferes i will slay him into tiny little bits