Under the blanket, i hide when I am scared, or when I am cold. i am warm under the blanket. i am safe. I feel my mother’s breath when she kisses me goodnight. I am safe. I am warm. The blanket is soft and strong.
I’m under your damn spell. No matter what I do to try to shake myself out of it, I keep falling, every time I look into those eyes of yours. I can never stay mad, I can never be upset, you make me too happy, you understand me too much. I just wish you were mine.
everytime we fight I fall under, under the deep sea’s that suck me in. I fall so far under that not only can I not see, I can’t hear or feel you there. I am under so far, that I cant feel the current, see the shore, I am stuck under. Under forever. Under your spell.
under the stairs is where harry potter lived. well, for 11 years. until he got his hogwarts letter and his family was afraid of him. this is seriously all i ever think about. my life totally revolves around Harry Potter. i think i might have an addiction? but i really couldn’t think of anything else for under.
We sit under the trees, hidden from the wind. The helicopters whirr above. It feels like a different world. We’re apart, detached. But my sun is your sun. You’re just a little closer to it up there.
under water i see what to see but i don’t really have to go underwater or underground. Under my thoughts there’s a thick fog but I dodge it so that I don’t remain an underdog forever. Understanding my plight you set your feet under the sand
I hear him break in, and I hide under the bed. It was either there or the closet. I hate being a minimalist. I grab the only blunt instrument within reach. It is my vibrator. I am doomed.
The tree branch hung low and cast a shadow as long as the summer day seemed to be. She stood with her back to him, holding the rose he had given her. As he swept the tree branch aside, he stepped under the tree and proposed his love. She turned with tears in her eyes and said, “Yes.”
she was lost for years
beneath nameless dog-eared maps and threadless buttons
rusted elegantly by a touch of spider dust
so much so her lungs could not
reinflate.
Under all the madness, all the pain you’ve caused me, all the hate I have held for you in my heart. I still love you more than you could ever imagine. The things we did, memories we made, could never be forgotten. And still, it pains me to hear your voice. It pains me that we don’t speak in the same simpleness which with we could before.
He’s gone under, down down down, swimming in a sea of drugs and booze, and still he sees her face, lusts after her, imagines her underneath him, their bodies tangled together.
The next day, when he sobers up, it’s not just the hangover that sours his stomach. It’s the fact that he thought of her then, in that way, and he tells himself he has no right to love her when he lets himself go like that.
I went under the bed to find what was truly under the earth. From under the hard wood and soft dirt, I found that my escapades had led me to Australia, or the world down under.
Under a bridge is where he lived,
under the smoke stacks under the garbage, pollution and that
under all of lifes smug and ugly
as he found his true calling
Underneath you I slept, like a sunflower blanketed across a cliff. Forlorn, angry and sweaty and without any blanket beneath me, I sweat yellow and I stained you like a buttercup’s heart stains the center of the underside of a chin. And slowly that feeling would stay within me, under my fingernails and the brethren of my capillaries, and forever i would return to it with such fervor, such wastefulness, such uselessness that it would find itself in my morning bowl of cereal without any effort.
under a mistletoe was a young hobgoblin by the name of francois the prick, he kissed only but his own toes for he was too shallow to reach for anything but himself. there, therre there he said. that is how i will be.
Under the table, Janie sat quietly sobbing to herself as the heard the bashing of lamps and planters against the living room wall. Her Mother was yelling, screaming, and shouting angrily at her Father. She didn’t know what to do, so she simply sat there and bit at the end of the lacy tablecloth hanging in front of her. She was too afraid to move; she didn;t want to make mommy anymore angry….
underneath it all. feeling like being in a hole. no way out. drowning. doubts. needing a ladder out. wanting to be there and yet at the same time somewhere else entirely. hell. ou
under the tree you will find a hole
in the hole you will find a box
in the box there is a key
the key is not to anything
but simply the reason for the tree
Under my heart I have a lot of love for him. And that’s because every single thing I do, no matter how minuscule or grand, reminds me of him. The juice in my fridge, the pictures on my wall, my sneakers, his neck. Everything is slowly becoming him.
underneath the table a cat prowls, stalking it’s prey. yellow eyes gleam from the shadows, a mouse quietly nibbles on its last meal. it’s mealtime for kitty.
underneath the palm trees sweet kisses come, one after the other, each better than the last. her soft skin leaves me breathless and her kind eyes render me speechless.
Just as the child was placing his greens under the thick, oak table for the hound, he felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder.
“Don’t even think about it,” the boy’s mother sighed, and to his horror, calmly spooned some more vegetables onto his plate.
Underwear is fantastic! It covers your goodies and you can get really cute ones to impress your boyfriend! There’s all kinds too. Boyshorts, granny panties, thongs, etc.
Under the bridges was where we stayed, moving slowly from place to place. Under bridges, under radar. Always trying to escape too much detection, but not trying so hard we’d sneak. Not openly anyway. That would draw more attention to us, Gregory said.
the trees are under the sky, we were under the treees once, you and I. If we could go back I’d ask about your soul instead of the birds on the trees under the sky. perhaps in asking about the birds I found out more about your soul.
under the table lies your present. i bought it for you because i wanted to thank you for always smiling. when i’m upset and don’t know what to do even just a moment in your presence feels like an eternity in bliss. you make people feel important.
What’s so bad about being under the influence? Sometimes you need to step away to see things as they are. They don’t want you to be under the influence because then you’ll see the underbelly of society. It’s a rotten place. Under the sheets is really the only good under place to be.
what? …okay, what is this? o_O …seriously, what’s this supposed to be? …Under? …uhm…Seriously, I’m lost…I am so…totally…lost. … … … … …aaaand….there goes the clock… … …
under the hood there was a big stove. I was under there working on fixing the stove and suddenly under me the ground
Under the blanket, i hide when I am scared, or when I am cold. i am warm under the blanket. i am safe. I feel my mother’s breath when she kisses me goodnight. I am safe. I am warm. The blanket is soft and strong.
I can’t think of anything with under, because I’ve always risen above. Above the normal standards. Above all limitations. I’ll never be under anyone.
I’m under your damn spell. No matter what I do to try to shake myself out of it, I keep falling, every time I look into those eyes of yours. I can never stay mad, I can never be upset, you make me too happy, you understand me too much. I just wish you were mine.
Under her thin skin was a cold but never the less beating It was a hard old pear pit of a thing, but it did what it was meant to all the same.
everytime we fight I fall under, under the deep sea’s that suck me in. I fall so far under that not only can I not see, I can’t hear or feel you there. I am under so far, that I cant feel the current, see the shore, I am stuck under. Under forever. Under your spell.
Falling asleep, going under to dreamland, my mind drifts on waves of gentle light. Quiet solitude leads to peaceful slumber.
under the stairs is where harry potter lived. well, for 11 years. until he got his hogwarts letter and his family was afraid of him. this is seriously all i ever think about. my life totally revolves around Harry Potter. i think i might have an addiction? but i really couldn’t think of anything else for under.
We sit under the trees, hidden from the wind. The helicopters whirr above. It feels like a different world. We’re apart, detached. But my sun is your sun. You’re just a little closer to it up there.
He came from under the bridge. He had been hiding there for days as the troops marched over him, and came out when he knew he was safe.
under water i see what to see but i don’t really have to go underwater or underground. Under my thoughts there’s a thick fog but I dodge it so that I don’t remain an underdog forever. Understanding my plight you set your feet under the sand
I hear him break in, and I hide under the bed. It was either there or the closet. I hate being a minimalist. I grab the only blunt instrument within reach. It is my vibrator. I am doomed.
Umbrella
Never
Deals
Elynn
Rowdy
The tree branch hung low and cast a shadow as long as the summer day seemed to be. She stood with her back to him, holding the rose he had given her. As he swept the tree branch aside, he stepped under the tree and proposed his love. She turned with tears in her eyes and said, “Yes.”
she was lost for years
beneath nameless dog-eared maps and threadless buttons
rusted elegantly by a touch of spider dust
so much so her lungs could not
reinflate.
the mattress springs shrieked with every breath.
Under all the madness, all the pain you’ve caused me, all the hate I have held for you in my heart. I still love you more than you could ever imagine. The things we did, memories we made, could never be forgotten. And still, it pains me to hear your voice. It pains me that we don’t speak in the same simpleness which with we could before.
He’s gone under, down down down, swimming in a sea of drugs and booze, and still he sees her face, lusts after her, imagines her underneath him, their bodies tangled together.
The next day, when he sobers up, it’s not just the hangover that sours his stomach. It’s the fact that he thought of her then, in that way, and he tells himself he has no right to love her when he lets himself go like that.
I went under the bed to find what was truly under the earth. From under the hard wood and soft dirt, I found that my escapades had led me to Australia, or the world down under.
Under a bridge is where he lived,
under the smoke stacks under the garbage, pollution and that
under all of lifes smug and ugly
as he found his true calling
Underneath you I slept, like a sunflower blanketed across a cliff. Forlorn, angry and sweaty and without any blanket beneath me, I sweat yellow and I stained you like a buttercup’s heart stains the center of the underside of a chin. And slowly that feeling would stay within me, under my fingernails and the brethren of my capillaries, and forever i would return to it with such fervor, such wastefulness, such uselessness that it would find itself in my morning bowl of cereal without any effort.
Underwear, underwater, under is like below..you can have something under or you can be under. I’m stuck. :P I am not under the time.
under a mistletoe was a young hobgoblin by the name of francois the prick, he kissed only but his own toes for he was too shallow to reach for anything but himself. there, therre there he said. that is how i will be.
Under the table, Janie sat quietly sobbing to herself as the heard the bashing of lamps and planters against the living room wall. Her Mother was yelling, screaming, and shouting angrily at her Father. She didn’t know what to do, so she simply sat there and bit at the end of the lacy tablecloth hanging in front of her. She was too afraid to move; she didn;t want to make mommy anymore angry….
underneath it all. feeling like being in a hole. no way out. drowning. doubts. needing a ladder out. wanting to be there and yet at the same time somewhere else entirely. hell. ou
under the tree you will find a hole
in the hole you will find a box
in the box there is a key
the key is not to anything
but simply the reason for the tree
Under my heart I have a lot of love for him. And that’s because every single thing I do, no matter how minuscule or grand, reminds me of him. The juice in my fridge, the pictures on my wall, my sneakers, his neck. Everything is slowly becoming him.
underneath the table a cat prowls, stalking it’s prey. yellow eyes gleam from the shadows, a mouse quietly nibbles on its last meal. it’s mealtime for kitty.
underneath the palm trees sweet kisses come, one after the other, each better than the last. her soft skin leaves me breathless and her kind eyes render me speechless.
Just as the child was placing his greens under the thick, oak table for the hound, he felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder.
“Don’t even think about it,” the boy’s mother sighed, and to his horror, calmly spooned some more vegetables onto his plate.
Underwear is fantastic! It covers your goodies and you can get really cute ones to impress your boyfriend! There’s all kinds too. Boyshorts, granny panties, thongs, etc.
She laid under him. He looked down at her and bit his lip. He got closer to her and pressed his body closer to hers. She moaned.
Under the weather, under the boardwalk, under the moonlight, under where?
Just made you say underwear.
Under the bridges was where we stayed, moving slowly from place to place. Under bridges, under radar. Always trying to escape too much detection, but not trying so hard we’d sneak. Not openly anyway. That would draw more attention to us, Gregory said.
the trees are under the sky, we were under the treees once, you and I. If we could go back I’d ask about your soul instead of the birds on the trees under the sky. perhaps in asking about the birds I found out more about your soul.
Under a big tree I sat and read this luscious book filled with extraordinary tales of women adventurers.
under the sheets of my bed you will never come, i am too scared, i want to but i cant, help me, please.
I was sinking further and further under the tide of rumours, stares, whispers and emotions.
under the table lies your present. i bought it for you because i wanted to thank you for always smiling. when i’m upset and don’t know what to do even just a moment in your presence feels like an eternity in bliss. you make people feel important.
What’s so bad about being under the influence? Sometimes you need to step away to see things as they are. They don’t want you to be under the influence because then you’ll see the underbelly of society. It’s a rotten place. Under the sheets is really the only good under place to be.
what? …okay, what is this? o_O …seriously, what’s this supposed to be? …Under? …uhm…Seriously, I’m lost…I am so…totally…lost. … … … … …aaaand….there goes the clock… … …