Showing posts with label Good. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Poem: My First Real Love

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My girlfriend is the greatest gift I could have been given
Having her by my side has made me more driven
Knowing that she is my first real love
Something, someone I could never let go of

I thought I had been in love before
But between me and her we have something a lot more
It was so easy to say I was in love before when I had nothing to compare it too
But these feelings I have for her are completely new

She is my first thought in the morning when I open my eyes
When we kiss I still get butterflies
When I hold her in my arms
I want to be able to protect her from all harm

She has given me back a feeling I haven't had in quite a while
The feeling of being worth something not only to her but to myself too
It's a feeling that's so old to most but to me its so new

My girlfriend, my best friend
The one to make my broken heart mend
My beginning, my middle
My first real love I never want to end


- Stacey xo

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Saturday, 16 June 2012

Business Notes: Key Term–Stock

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Stock can be defined as the raw materials, components, work in progress or finished goods.

- Esjae x
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Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Poem: Too Good To Be True

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When everything goes wrong
You’re always the outsider
The one no one believes
Maybe I should have realised
The friendship we had was,
Too good to be true

When they all come running
I’ll always remember
When I became the outsider
The time I should have realised
The friendship we had was,
Too good to be true.

Now I know
Never forgotten
The outsider I will always be
I have realised
The friendship we had was
Too good to be true

 

What do you think?

-Esjae x