
When my heart spills out
To overflowing
I cannot contain the goodness
The love that flows is…
Like trying to hold butterflies
Or laughter that bursts
Spilling out
I wish
All things good To You

When my heart spills out
To overflowing
I cannot contain the goodness
The love that flows is…
Like trying to hold butterflies
Or laughter that bursts
Spilling out
I wish
All things good To You

She is. . .
Yellow clouds
maybe pink
Dandelions dancing
she feels
like butterfly kisses
when she sings
She is. . . Me
MichelleMarie

I am thinking of all the reason
I love you… Mostly
I am thinking of Your smile
Knowing I make you smile
makes me smile 🙂
MichelleMarie

All the colors
All the seasons
Love needs no reason
To show up
Fill your heart with color
All the colors of
Love

I decided to not board the thought train today…reminded me of this song. Of course I have art for this! I used to be a frequent traveler. 🙂

Good morning Sweet Friends. Make this day count~don’t just have a nice day, have a present day. Smile, laugh, and share your love with one another!

Be Your Own Best Friend
Maybe chase fireflies

Go ahead FAIL
If I fail… I know… Something
goos is about to happen
Always, this is true for me
maybe it is for you too!
This sweet blogger, new to WP found me and asked me to follow because they only have 4 followers. When I read the sweet stories and posts I thought to myself, I wish we could all be so innocent and sweet like this! Please visit Star and give a big WP welcome! 🙂
She and I are best friends, for we did everything together.
We chatted, we sang, . helped, we played
We skipped, we jumped, we rolled and had fun.
We went to the same school but lived little far,
We tried meeting but our parents gave us beatings.
So we called each other and chatted for hours. But that didn’t do, we could ask but who?
We were like cousins, we were like sisters, but as a friend, I wish it didn’t end.
I wish I could hope, for I am going to a different school. but I can’t hope at all because……..
I had to say goodbye to my dear and best friend, who met me since 2nd grade, was my enemy through second grade, my best friend through third grade for so long I couldn’t just leave her alone.
I felt guilty, I felt miserable, I felt bad, I…
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