A warm memory on a cold night
That's sweet~ but don't you know by now that i already have something special? and best thing is i get to enjoy my special gift every single day!
Scarecrow 1: Swing Low, Chapter 2
(coming for to carry me home) swing low, sweet chariot coming for to carry me home, swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home.
Little shadows
A poem that i wrote for my little brother maxwell, and my little sister amelia, my two little shadows, they follow my lead, and are there when i need, oh, sweet sweet shadows i can only see, two little ones who laugh and run, who dream in the moon
Moo Moo Milk
Her voice was a sweet voice, much like a sweet chime of bells. soft though. kind. "i am just needing a good night's rest and i will be out by morning." "oh no no- first you need some milk.
Cherry Cordial Chaos
Love, winter ^^" this was certainly a treat, sweet chocolates from a sweet boyfriend.
August 3: Afternoon Tea
Amaki-san brought us to the living room after that and offered us sweets. shin-kun had stopped crying by then, but he said nothing as a cold silence filled the air.
Kenapocomoco
She poured out the water, with the aid of a strainer, and dumped the sweet potatoes into a nice, sturdy bowl. giving them a few pokes with a fork. they seemed to be just right. "sweet potatoes?" orinoco asked, reemerging. "yes, sir.
awake chapter1
Voice was, i have been tricked by an sweet voice not too long ago.
Lost love
I met an angel, the day i met him his beauty so enchanting, eloquent, and devine, his face so sweet his eyes so hypnotizing the sweet smell of him still lingers in my mind deep black hair, like the midnight sky his skin so white, delicate and
Let Them Have Cake
He didn't dare to taint that sweetness with the bitter sting of guilt. "you didn't have to," kieran murmured ashamed. "it's the thought that counts, right?" he couldn't bring himself to eat the sweets, so he pocketed them.
Lasting Perfection
Personality, he was loyal, he was sweet, chivalrous, inteligent, understanding, funny... i could go on and on. matthew is the definition of perfection.
Welcoming Skies
Yet the smell did not come from the giants, still clutching the kite in his paw he travels further until he reaches a hill covered by countless array of sweet smelling and beautiful flowers.