my hair swept back. it was one of those summer mornings, by the beach, you know. you just woke up, it’s early enough for it not to be too hot, and the colors are just filtered to perfection. and the smell of salt. it only happens in summer. only then your hair swept back makes sense.
Today I swept the floors, and dusted the shelves. Another day of cleaning up after lazy housewives & their oh so wonderfully spoiled children. Yet well-worth it.
Once Ted had swept the kitchen floor, he started doing the dishes. The angry grunt from the next room made him stop suddenly and run into the laundry room. He swapped the clothing from the dryer to the basket, the washer to the dryer, and the hamper to the washer. Then he ran back the kitchen table to write out the checks for the bills and then started to fold the laundry, all the time panicking that the dishes were not finished.
“Fold more quietly!” Agnes’ voice shrieked from the last room. From the sound of the bull whip cracking, he could tell she had put down the box of bon-bons.
“That’s it, I’ve had enough!” the yelled, “…As soon as I’m finished with my evening waterboarding, I’m going bowling!”
as i swept the floors in the mansion i realized where he was hiding and slipped out of sight of the mistress. i waited for any sign of him in the garden. sitting upon a boulder shaped into a rock carving. i longed for his touch
i swept the floor with a broom. the baseball team swept the other team. sweeping sucks. i swept with a lisp. i was tired. i swept the floor because it was full of dirt. i dont know what else to say about being swept up. i
she swept her hair away, as the sweeps the sand or the prince swept the frog off his stand. It was a motion, packed with meanng and yet so fluid, then she stomped away, purposefully, powerfully and yet somehow a walking talking cliche
Molly ran through the plaza, pistol extended in front of her. She rounded a corner, swept the empty room, turned again. He was standing less than three feet away, looking the other way. She hesitated less than a second, and put three bullets into his back. He fell, blood spraying from his front, and fell, dead.
When a girl dreams of her “knight in shining armor,” she fantasizes of being swept off her feet and taken away to a magical life. This dream is often over thought and so never attainable. It’s sad really.
I want to be swept away. I want someone to tell me things I never thought I’d be told, to make grand gestures. To break away from the norm. To do things that you aren’t supposed to do. To make me lose my breath. I want the kind of love thats only in movies. The kind that legends are made of.
I was once swept of my feet, but not by a women but by something sitting in my neighbors drive way. It was a brand new Mercedes c-class. I couldnt believe It.
I swept the tears away, yet as soon as I did more streamed down my face. Black tears packed with mascara covered my hands and cheeks and burned my eyes, but I could not stop. Sobs came spilling out my lips and shook my entire frame. I managed to take a deep drag of my third cigarette and exhaled. Cigarettes always help why isn’t it helping why can’t I stop. I crouched at my back door in the foggy night and weeped. Why are you gone.
the man swept me off the floor, in his blue pants, black sweater, and luscious tan hair. he is everything i always wanted, why cant he notice me? maybe because im ur average shy girl, sitting in a corner, face in a book looking like a nerd. i need to become a bad girl no more of this nonsense of a goodey. starting now my life is about to chang, first step is that hunk
i swept the kitchen floor, best I could. Sweeping reminds me of snow white and the seven dwarves when all of the little animals are sweeping the house! dirt is gross, sweep it up!
i swept the bird away today on the ground by the hay. i didn’t know why it was there or what i was supposed to do with it but it looked like a depressing scene to be a part of. what was i supposed to do with the bird that i just swept away? but what is a life if we’re not just all to be swept away.
she swept the dust across the floor, sighing as it kicked up and danced in the one beam of sunlight falling across the wood floor. she used to enjoy the sunlight. now it only burned.
I was swept off my feet when I met him and I didn’t even know it. Like one of those stupid old fairy tales. Like Cinderella when she’s stuck sweeping cinders until her Prince Charming came along. I was swept off my feet and have been ever since, like I don’t have anything better to be doing with my time
I was swept off my feet the first time I saw you. I didn’t know what to think. It just happened. I wish I could take that broom and sweep under my feet now. There’s so much left underneath. All the garbage, all the lies. As if one sweep will clean it all. As if it being clean will change anything at all. As if it matters at all. Sweep, sweep, sweep.
Swept off my feet, into the sky. Riding on the clouds, with you beside me. Head beyond earth, past the sea and atmosphere. I’m overwelmed and taken aback, if you could move me in such a way, would you? Would it be so difficult?
The wind blew, and my hair was swept a long, as the great gusts pummeled the seaside. I was looking out over the harbor, waiting for him to come home. I looked up. Those clouds looked menacing. I was scared.
What if tonight he wouldn’t come home? What if tonight was the night I lost him? The clouds drew nearer and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, except stand in the bracing wind and wait.
I swept everything under the rug, all the time. every problem that I ever ran into i just kept ignoring, i never dealt with it all. Maybe its just because I couldnt do it alone. I tried so hard, and i put on a good front for a little while. But soon I cracked under the pressure, I mean. Even Atlas took a rest when Hercules held the world for him. Right?
Have you ever seen the cover of the Van Morrison album that has “Stranded” on it? It’s a beautiful picture of a couple waltzing under a full moon. The woman looks completely swept off of her feet. It touches me every time–as does the song.
Jimmy had a little lamb that made lots of mess. So Jimmy had to sweep all the mess it made, he had swept all day which made his hands bleed. Poor Jimmy, if only he didn’t have that damn lamb
I was swept away by this boy. His blond hair and creamy blue eyes drew me in, drowning me in the depths of his dreamy personality. I couldn’t resist him, so I just gave in. I threw myself over the cliff. It was a free-fall into an ocean as far and wide as the eyes could see, but I did it anyway. And I got hurt.
I was swept away by the current, unthinking of where it was taking me and whether I wanted to go; to not think was such a relief, that I didn’t care about the rest then.
Today the wind was howling. I made it to the door, almost being blown off my feet. I ran into you on the way in. You were stronger than the wind, sweeping me completely off my feet.
and then you came and swept me off my feet.
i dont know how you did what you did ; but i wouldnt change what we have for the whole entire world.
being with you is more than enough for me forever.
the first time i saw you ; is honestly the last time i saw my heart. <3
Swept away, like nothing ever happened. It meant nothing to you, despite your beautiful words. You wrapped me in your words and I was washed away with the tide.
I was swept away by what I saw today. It led me to think differently. I’ve realized who I want to be and what I truly want. Thank you so much for helping me decide.
It’s such a strange feeling, to be swept underneath the overbearing, pretentious ideals of those around me. They don’t deserve to tell who I can or cannot be. I will let myself shine from beneath this veil. It’s what I deserve.
She was swept off her feet. The man had brought her flowers! If only she didn’t own a flower shop…but the sentiment was there at least. She understood that he was trying his best. The next day she couldn’t stop thinking about it as she swept the petals off the floor. The flowers he’d brought her sat in a special vase on the counter.
I am off of my feet. In the air. you have me. my mind is yours. please do. no need for all that. I am yours.wholly.
my hair swept back. it was one of those summer mornings, by the beach, you know. you just woke up, it’s early enough for it not to be too hot, and the colors are just filtered to perfection. and the smell of salt. it only happens in summer. only then your hair swept back makes sense.
Today I swept the floors, and dusted the shelves. Another day of cleaning up after lazy housewives & their oh so wonderfully spoiled children. Yet well-worth it.
Once Ted had swept the kitchen floor, he started doing the dishes. The angry grunt from the next room made him stop suddenly and run into the laundry room. He swapped the clothing from the dryer to the basket, the washer to the dryer, and the hamper to the washer. Then he ran back the kitchen table to write out the checks for the bills and then started to fold the laundry, all the time panicking that the dishes were not finished.
“Fold more quietly!” Agnes’ voice shrieked from the last room. From the sound of the bull whip cracking, he could tell she had put down the box of bon-bons.
“That’s it, I’ve had enough!” the yelled, “…As soon as I’m finished with my evening waterboarding, I’m going bowling!”
as i swept the floors in the mansion i realized where he was hiding and slipped out of sight of the mistress. i waited for any sign of him in the garden. sitting upon a boulder shaped into a rock carving. i longed for his touch
i swept the floor with a broom. the baseball team swept the other team. sweeping sucks. i swept with a lisp. i was tired. i swept the floor because it was full of dirt. i dont know what else to say about being swept up. i
she swept her hair away, as the sweeps the sand or the prince swept the frog off his stand. It was a motion, packed with meanng and yet so fluid, then she stomped away, purposefully, powerfully and yet somehow a walking talking cliche
Molly ran through the plaza, pistol extended in front of her. She rounded a corner, swept the empty room, turned again. He was standing less than three feet away, looking the other way. She hesitated less than a second, and put three bullets into his back. He fell, blood spraying from his front, and fell, dead.
When a girl dreams of her “knight in shining armor,” she fantasizes of being swept off her feet and taken away to a magical life. This dream is often over thought and so never attainable. It’s sad really.
I want to be swept away. I want someone to tell me things I never thought I’d be told, to make grand gestures. To break away from the norm. To do things that you aren’t supposed to do. To make me lose my breath. I want the kind of love thats only in movies. The kind that legends are made of.
Hi picked her up, and he handled her. He took her in his arms and he swept away. No, I mean that literally. She was Reginald’s favorite broom.
If he only knew how he just swept me off my feet.
He may not feel the same as I do
But just knowing he is my friend is enough for a lifetime
I was once swept of my feet, but not by a women but by something sitting in my neighbors drive way. It was a brand new Mercedes c-class. I couldnt believe It.
I swept the tears away, yet as soon as I did more streamed down my face. Black tears packed with mascara covered my hands and cheeks and burned my eyes, but I could not stop. Sobs came spilling out my lips and shook my entire frame. I managed to take a deep drag of my third cigarette and exhaled. Cigarettes always help why isn’t it helping why can’t I stop. I crouched at my back door in the foggy night and weeped. Why are you gone.
the man swept me off the floor, in his blue pants, black sweater, and luscious tan hair. he is everything i always wanted, why cant he notice me? maybe because im ur average shy girl, sitting in a corner, face in a book looking like a nerd. i need to become a bad girl no more of this nonsense of a goodey. starting now my life is about to chang, first step is that hunk
i just hate this. I can`t stand the dust that is now in the air because she swept the floor
i swept the kitchen floor, best I could. Sweeping reminds me of snow white and the seven dwarves when all of the little animals are sweeping the house! dirt is gross, sweep it up!
i swept the bird away today on the ground by the hay. i didn’t know why it was there or what i was supposed to do with it but it looked like a depressing scene to be a part of. what was i supposed to do with the bird that i just swept away? but what is a life if we’re not just all to be swept away.
she swept the dust across the floor, sighing as it kicked up and danced in the one beam of sunlight falling across the wood floor. she used to enjoy the sunlight. now it only burned.
I was swept off my feet when I met him and I didn’t even know it. Like one of those stupid old fairy tales. Like Cinderella when she’s stuck sweeping cinders until her Prince Charming came along. I was swept off my feet and have been ever since, like I don’t have anything better to be doing with my time
I was swept off my feet the first time I saw you. I didn’t know what to think. It just happened. I wish I could take that broom and sweep under my feet now. There’s so much left underneath. All the garbage, all the lies. As if one sweep will clean it all. As if it being clean will change anything at all. As if it matters at all. Sweep, sweep, sweep.
Swept off my feet, into the sky. Riding on the clouds, with you beside me. Head beyond earth, past the sea and atmosphere. I’m overwelmed and taken aback, if you could move me in such a way, would you? Would it be so difficult?
The wind blew, and my hair was swept a long, as the great gusts pummeled the seaside. I was looking out over the harbor, waiting for him to come home. I looked up. Those clouds looked menacing. I was scared.
What if tonight he wouldn’t come home? What if tonight was the night I lost him? The clouds drew nearer and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, except stand in the bracing wind and wait.
I swept everything under the rug, all the time. every problem that I ever ran into i just kept ignoring, i never dealt with it all. Maybe its just because I couldnt do it alone. I tried so hard, and i put on a good front for a little while. But soon I cracked under the pressure, I mean. Even Atlas took a rest when Hercules held the world for him. Right?
the floor
up
away
under the rug
with emotion
Have you ever seen the cover of the Van Morrison album that has “Stranded” on it? It’s a beautiful picture of a couple waltzing under a full moon. The woman looks completely swept off of her feet. It touches me every time–as does the song.
Jimmy had a little lamb that made lots of mess. So Jimmy had to sweep all the mess it made, he had swept all day which made his hands bleed. Poor Jimmy, if only he didn’t have that damn lamb
I was swept away by this boy. His blond hair and creamy blue eyes drew me in, drowning me in the depths of his dreamy personality. I couldn’t resist him, so I just gave in. I threw myself over the cliff. It was a free-fall into an ocean as far and wide as the eyes could see, but I did it anyway. And I got hurt.
I was swept away by the current, unthinking of where it was taking me and whether I wanted to go; to not think was such a relief, that I didn’t care about the rest then.
Today the wind was howling. I made it to the door, almost being blown off my feet. I ran into you on the way in. You were stronger than the wind, sweeping me completely off my feet.
swept the floor, swept off my feet, love, cleanliness, broom, dust, lust
oh yeah ; that was prince charming
he came in and swept me off my feet.
the breeze swept dust up like you swept me up, tousled and twisted in the summer air, the heat from our feet stuck dirt to our heels
fingers are like a broom. wiping tears off of my face. thank you for doing that that cold November night.
and then you came and swept me off my feet.
i dont know how you did what you did ; but i wouldnt change what we have for the whole entire world.
being with you is more than enough for me forever.
the first time i saw you ; is honestly the last time i saw my heart. <3
Swept away, like nothing ever happened. It meant nothing to you, despite your beautiful words. You wrapped me in your words and I was washed away with the tide.
I swept upon a crowded street. Bristles softening at my feet. Among many things I choose to be, I swept among these tiny dreams.
I was swept away by what I saw today. It led me to think differently. I’ve realized who I want to be and what I truly want. Thank you so much for helping me decide.
It’s such a strange feeling, to be swept underneath the overbearing, pretentious ideals of those around me. They don’t deserve to tell who I can or cannot be. I will let myself shine from beneath this veil. It’s what I deserve.
She was swept off her feet. The man had brought her flowers! If only she didn’t own a flower shop…but the sentiment was there at least. She understood that he was trying his best. The next day she couldn’t stop thinking about it as she swept the petals off the floor. The flowers he’d brought her sat in a special vase on the counter.