there was a shade above my window, i remember it being purple. my ex-boyfriend didn’t like it too much. he decided to break up with me because of this one little decoration. ridiculous, i know. c’est la vie, i suppose. soon i’ll find a man who respects my purple shade.
I really don’t like the sun. It stirs up some ancient sickness inside of me, forcing my eyes to seek a patch of darker ground. My whole bordy yearns for the shade, for the relief of cold and dark. The sickness is not fooled so easily.
the little girl went and sat underneath the tree. the hot sun was beating down all around her. her hands were covered with dirt. she was finally free from the hot, beating grips of the suns rays.
we shade our eyes from the light and
look at each other we can’t forget
that night that mistake that morning
we couldn’t believe what we’d done
we shade
our eyes from each other we can’t
look any more we know too much but
care too little and maybe then
one day
we’ll shade the world from ourselves.
the shades of brown and gold flickered from the trees as they swayed in the wind. Kids wandered by, some picking leaves in admiration, others too caught up in what susie did with bobbie to notice a thing. It was a sign that fall was coming, and the air was filled with scents of nutmeg and pumpkins.
Shade equals sunshine and I haven’t seen a good sunshine day for months. Bring it on.
there was a shade above my window, i remember it being purple. my ex-boyfriend didn’t like it too much. he decided to break up with me because of this one little decoration. ridiculous, i know. c’est la vie, i suppose. soon i’ll find a man who respects my purple shade.
dark
sun
cool
eyes
trees
respite
rest
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I really don’t like the sun. It stirs up some ancient sickness inside of me, forcing my eyes to seek a patch of darker ground. My whole bordy yearns for the shade, for the relief of cold and dark. The sickness is not fooled so easily.
the little girl went and sat underneath the tree. the hot sun was beating down all around her. her hands were covered with dirt. she was finally free from the hot, beating grips of the suns rays.
A tree provides a lot of shade. Living in Texas,
we shade our eyes from the light and
look at each other we can’t forget
that night that mistake that morning
we couldn’t believe what we’d done
we shade
our eyes from each other we can’t
look any more we know too much but
care too little and maybe then
one day
we’ll shade the world from ourselves.
shade
darkness
light
flickering on the grass as I rest.
watching children play in the ever changing leaf patterns on the grass
hearing their laughter as they play hide and seek
among the windblown grasses.
the shades of brown and gold flickered from the trees as they swayed in the wind. Kids wandered by, some picking leaves in admiration, others too caught up in what susie did with bobbie to notice a thing. It was a sign that fall was coming, and the air was filled with scents of nutmeg and pumpkins.