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Each night, the memory of you haunts me
In dreams where love once danced so free
Yet dawn arrives and pulls you from my sight,
Leaving shadows of our love in fading light.
But I hold on to whispers of your name,
A flicker of hope amid the lingering flame.
With every heartbeat, I feel you near,
In the silence, your laughter echoes clear.
Miss Petunia sought one date,
To see if dear Mr. Lily was fate.
But while doing her hair,
It got stuck, quite a scare,
Now it’s a tale of love, quite ornate!
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Your three words today are:
TEETH
TONGUE
GUM
In my mouth, a treasure lies,
Bubble gum beneath the skies.
With my tongue, I twist and play,
Blowing bubbles bright and gay.
Teeth clench tight, I make it right,
Popping bubbles brings delight.
A tasty treat, oh what a fun,
Joyful moments, just begun!.
Thoughts dancing in my head
Going around and around
Of things that I rather forget,
Yet,they refuse to stop
In the shadow they whisper softly
Echoes of what used to be
With every twist, the memories glow,
Like stars in a restless sea.
In the stillness, time stands still,
Haunted by a gentle breeze,
Each moment lingers, bends to my will,
A tapestry of dreams that tease.
Life’s a game, not so hot,
A stagnant pace, a tangled plot.
But something shifts, a light breaks through,
Until then, it’s just me and you.
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Beneath my skin, a torrent brews,
A tempest waiting, longing to choose.
Boiling water, fierce and wild,
A quiet storm in the heart of a child.
Anger rising, no more contained,
A flame igniting, unchained, unfeigned.
Pounding heartbeat, a restless plea,
This raging fire demands to be free.
In silence it simmers, in darkness it dwells,
A thirst for release, like ringing bells.
The rage inside, a primal song,
A call to break free—I’ve waited too long..
Promises made, some unfulfilled,
Whispers of love, my heart is thrilled.
Chasing shadows, a game I play,
Hoping for warmth to light my way.
Is there a spark hiding in me,
Longing for love to be wild and free?
Through heartache and tears, I still believe,
One day, I’ll find the joy I seek to receive.
In the stillness of a tired Wednesday morn,
Words linger just out of reach, like dreams reborn.
Coffee cups empty, yet hopes start to gleam,
Thoughts swirling like leaves in a gentle stream.
Though frustration may hover like shadows at noon,
A spark can ignite in the heart’s quiet tune.
So I pause for a moment, take a deep breath,
Even tired Wednesdays can inspire new depth.
For within every struggle, beauty takes flight,
Transforming the weary into warmth and light.
HANDY
HALLOWED
HUFF
There once was a handy old gnome,
In a hallowed-out tree he would roam.
With a huff and a puff,
He’d bake cakes just enough,
Then giggle while serving them foam!
Your three words today are:
PLAY
BALL
BORED
Cindy the cat was feeling quite bored,
Not a thing in the house could be adored.
The ball of yarn sat, untouched on the floor,
No games or fun, she just wanted more.
With a flick of her tail and a sigh so deep,
She longed for adventure, for dreams in her sleep.
But there in her world, with nothing to do,
She waited for magic to come into view.
In shadows deep, I often tread,
With fear of judgment in my head.
But step by step, I faced the crowd,
Learning to speak, yet not too loud.
I asked my questions, listened close,
In quiet moments, I would boast.
Of strengths I have, of deeds I’ve done,
Building confidence, one by one.
With help I sought, I found my way,
Through social storms, I learned to sway.
Though sometimes still, I feel that ache,
I know it’s fine; it’s mine to take.
Each struggle faced, a step to grow,
In this brave dance, I’ve come to know,
That being me is quite enough,
Embracing who I am, though tough.
Your final three words for this week are:
UNLUCKY
CREEPY
LADDER
The unlucky, creepy crook one night,
Climbed a ladder, hoping for a heist so bright.
But fate had other plans in store,
As he teetered high, he lost his core.
With a stumble and a slip, down he went,
A tumble through air, his balance spent.
Oh, the irony in his sneaky plight,
The ladder crumbled, swallowed by the night.
He landed with a thud, in the shadows’ cloak,
Dreams of riches vanished, like a cruel joke.
So heed this tale of the crook so brash,
Sometimes misfortune gives a wicked crash.
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