tears are for people to amke swimming pools with during a drought and when they have tears in africa thats why they have swimming poools and they have drought. i always wanteed to live in africa but its dangerous and tehere is dought. for making swimming pools and swimming in which i sdangerous cos u can drown
a vignette inside a sparkling blip of water. ancient fire feelings captured across shimmering rainbow of a pinhead.
i am sad
i am sorry
i am
this is the human part of being.
never apologize for the cheeky sea salt.
Tearing down the old house was a difficult task. In between the crumbling walls and failing pipeline, a silhouette of my childhood. It was little to mourn, but enough for a single tear to slide and drip my jaw.
drops fall. So do people falling off buildings. I wonder why they were up there to begin with? I wonder if they wonder why they were up there? Do you think the moments before they were about to jump to their death they were thinking to themselves “did I turn the coffee pot off”?
tear. i never had one in such a long time wow isnt that wonderful yup thats so cool tears are only good if they are because you are so happy unless they are from ripping paper
A tear trails the others that have flowed from her eyes. Another mile farther from her past, no life for her there, she had to go. It takes every bit of strength in her not to take the off ramp and head back home even though nothing left there for her. The pain in her heart feels like it is tearing her apart. But each mile makes her stronger and before she knows it, the City of Angels is laid out before her and it’s a whole new life.
A tear trails the others that flowed from her eyes. Another mile farther from her past, no life for her there, she had to go. It takes every bit of strength in her not to take the off ramp and head back home, nothing left there for her, the pain is enough to kill her. But each mile makes her stronger and before she knows it, the City of Angels is laid out before her and it’s a whole new life.
what comes out of you when you cry or are really really upset. rather salty not in a good way, a water salt substance from your eyes when u are sad end of :P
or ripping something
There is a small, glass, tear drop shining from a little rugged ribbon. It sits on the bosom of a young, and growing girl, and as she sits looking placidly at the wall her family chats around her. Children are to be seen and not heard. No one can see her tears inside, only the drop. No one can see the stunning reality that is her conscious. No one. /No one/. She is beyond hope. So far gone that she is on the edge of oblivion.
She had a tear falling slowly down her cheek. He was stepping onto a plane, pack in hand, camouflage blending into the crowd. His step was slow as he neared the ramp. His shoulders slumped; the air around him was somber. He turns, one last look, one last tear, then boards the plane.
the tear in the fabric grew as fabrizio struggled to free my leg from the ropes. it was getting light out and i could hear the men’s voices and the gnash of the dog’s teeth as they approached
Tears dripped from his eyes as he drew the lifeless body closer to his own. “Don’t do this to me. I need you”
tears are for people to amke swimming pools with during a drought and when they have tears in africa thats why they have swimming poools and they have drought. i always wanteed to live in africa but its dangerous and tehere is dought. for making swimming pools and swimming in which i sdangerous cos u can drown
a tear is a drop
containing the molecules
of the universe
the epitomy
of the heart in emotional motion
indescribable expression
a vignette inside a sparkling blip of water. ancient fire feelings captured across shimmering rainbow of a pinhead.
i am sad
i am sorry
i am
this is the human part of being.
never apologize for the cheeky sea salt.
Tearing down the old house was a difficult task. In between the crumbling walls and failing pipeline, a silhouette of my childhood. It was little to mourn, but enough for a single tear to slide and drip my jaw.
drops fall. So do people falling off buildings. I wonder why they were up there to begin with? I wonder if they wonder why they were up there? Do you think the moments before they were about to jump to their death they were thinking to themselves “did I turn the coffee pot off”?
The tear ran down my cheek as I thought about not having anymore chances for my dad to appologise to us.
tear. i never had one in such a long time wow isnt that wonderful yup thats so cool tears are only good if they are because you are so happy unless they are from ripping paper
No tears today. Today is my birthday.
Or it could be tear, as in tearing the wrapping paper off of my gifts. I prefer to see it that way.
I’m sunburnt and tired…tearing wearing caring sharing sha la la la
A tear trails the others that have flowed from her eyes. Another mile farther from her past, no life for her there, she had to go. It takes every bit of strength in her not to take the off ramp and head back home even though nothing left there for her. The pain in her heart feels like it is tearing her apart. But each mile makes her stronger and before she knows it, the City of Angels is laid out before her and it’s a whole new life.
A tear trails the others that flowed from her eyes. Another mile farther from her past, no life for her there, she had to go. It takes every bit of strength in her not to take the off ramp and head back home, nothing left there for her, the pain is enough to kill her. But each mile makes her stronger and before she knows it, the City of Angels is laid out before her and it’s a whole new life.
what comes out of you when you cry or are really really upset. rather salty not in a good way, a water salt substance from your eyes when u are sad end of :P
or ripping something
There is a small, glass, tear drop shining from a little rugged ribbon. It sits on the bosom of a young, and growing girl, and as she sits looking placidly at the wall her family chats around her. Children are to be seen and not heard. No one can see her tears inside, only the drop. No one can see the stunning reality that is her conscious. No one. /No one/. She is beyond hope. So far gone that she is on the edge of oblivion.
Tear
Cry
Torn
Shreds
Red
Dead
Gone
Goodbye
Lie
Truth
Light
Honest
True
Blue
Yellow
Red
Green
Responsible
Duty
Disappointed
Let down
Sad
Tear
She had a tear falling slowly down her cheek. He was stepping onto a plane, pack in hand, camouflage blending into the crowd. His step was slow as he neared the ramp. His shoulders slumped; the air around him was somber. He turns, one last look, one last tear, then boards the plane.
Tears are an elusive thing–I can’t help but feel that if I knew how to cry properly then it would all be alright, but unfortunately I can’t.
Tears are so hard to make right. Kinda like kids.
it tears me apart, only when I think of you going away. A tear rolls slowly down my cheeks and a su
the tear in the fabric grew as fabrizio struggled to free my leg from the ropes. it was getting light out and i could hear the men’s voices and the gnash of the dog’s teeth as they approached
cry, tears, pale, pain, white , fear, traumatic, kill, death, hunt, hear,