آپ held up your کدو, لوکی spice finger,
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if آپ have some days,
Where your spice fades away.
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if آپ have some days,
Where your spice fades away.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved سے طرف کی any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind یا fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
یا accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will آپ take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even سے طرف کی taking one step forward,
سے طرف کی placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
آپ will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved سے طرف کی any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind یا fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
یا accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will آپ take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even سے طرف کی taking one step forward,
سے طرف کی placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
آپ will realize the cage has already been broken.
During the first episode of "Austin and Ally", Ross and Laura already had lots of chemistry.
At the end of season 2, there was a very magical moment in the austin and ally life, there was a first kiss, after "Ally" lost her stage fright.
In season 4, if آپ remember the ballroom dance class, "Ally" asked "Austin" to dance, and آپ might have saw a lot مزید Ross than "Austin", but Laura is better at hiding herself
Out of Austin and Ally,
Anytime that Ross, Laura, Calum and Rani sit in Ross' car, Laura and Ross always sit together. Although Laura may have a boyfriend, I still believe that Raura could, in future times, be real!
At the end of season 2, there was a very magical moment in the austin and ally life, there was a first kiss, after "Ally" lost her stage fright.
In season 4, if آپ remember the ballroom dance class, "Ally" asked "Austin" to dance, and آپ might have saw a lot مزید Ross than "Austin", but Laura is better at hiding herself
Out of Austin and Ally,
Anytime that Ross, Laura, Calum and Rani sit in Ross' car, Laura and Ross always sit together. Although Laura may have a boyfriend, I still believe that Raura could, in future times, be real!
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted love and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
Once i was having a دن dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 سال old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are آپ doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner آپ guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446