A little girl needs daddy
For many , many things
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings !
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right.
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.
Like being the gteat mountains
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.
Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air
So dibing deep or soaring high
She’ll always find him there.
#iloveyoudaddy #youaremyeverything #willalwaysbeyourgirl
It was a sunny day when a cute germ came to town. He came to a house, ” where should I start? I know” the germ said to himself. The bathroom! There were six friends in the house. The germ pit slime all over the house. The first foolish friend went to clean the toilet. The germ made him sick. Four other friends came into the bathroom and same thing happened to them! The sixth friend flushed him down the toilet.
But thirty days later the germ jumped out of the toilet. And then he said , My name is Jeremy, and I am going to conquer the world. He turned people into sick zombies. But the three friends who were sick last time had a vitamin gun. And they used it on people. Then they immediately cleaned up Jeremy. But Jeremy came back again !! He turned the talkative friend into monster.The other five friends used a super-soup gun.
Jeremy returned. He was making everyone into his slave. It took four days for the six friends to find out. They got a soup-gun , a vitamin gun a sword of vegetables and vitamin K, D & C, a dagger of health , some awesome shields of protein and iron, ninja blades of health. But Jeremy got a gloop-gun. The friends planned an attack. The third friend Hank freed Jeremy’s slaves . They used every single weapon and killed Jeremy.
“Walk a little slower daddy”
said a child so small,
“I am following in your footsteps
and I don’t want to fall.
Sometimes they are very fast,
Sometimes they’re hard to see
So walk a little slower, Daddy,
For you’re leading me.
Some day when I am all grown up
You’re what I want to be,
Then I will have a little child
Who will want to follow me.
And I would want to lead just right
And know that I was true,
So walk a little slower, Daddy,
For I must follow you”
The song of the bird reaches the ear
The wind sways leaves both far and near
Everything becones lyrical as nature begin to sing
But somehow the melody goes missing
All around faces with the radiant smile
For any kind of sadness it as been a while
Happiness is what it manages to bring
But somehow peace goes missing
There’s creativity and passion in the art
Its like voice coming straight from the heart
Everything around should seem inspiring
But somehow my imagination isnt firing
As I sleep and stretch out my feet
My heart begins to slowly beat
I breathe slowly with my dreams pleasantly hissing
But somehow calm goes missing
Is it due to my dreams unclear ?
Which remind of the loss of near and dear one
Or is it my thought with their incessant travel
Which have branched from succesive unravel?
I tried to find out what this is the thing that i truly miss
What is it that my efforts cant beat the thing that leaves the puzzle incomplete
Though all is well and nothing seems wrong and everything is where it should belong
But it feels that life wouls be a perfect song if only missing pieces had come along
I miss being a kid I miss birthday parties in class with cupcakes and spelling test with the extra word being happiness. i miss being able to run around playing freeze tag all day without getting tired then putting my head on the pillow with no worries or cares . I miss eating however much […]
via Carefree days — srishtibansal326
I miss being a kid
I miss birthday parties in class
with cupcakes and spelling test with the
extra word being happiness.
i miss being able to run around
playing freeze tag all day without
getting tired then putting my head
on the pillow with no worries or cares .
I miss eating however much i wanted.
I miss running home to watch TV
and walking saturday morning for cartoons.
i missed the most of all was the time that
seemed to never run out.
As a child i always wanted to grow up
But now i realize that those broken
toys and lost pencils were much better
than broken hearts and lost friendships.