Novel & Cerita My Favorite Things Lyrics

“I just don’t like being made to feel like that’s all I am.” “Well you don’t have to worry there, because as lovely as you are, your beauty is my least favorite thing about you.” I remark, completely serious. “Sure it is.” She giggles, the sound filling my body with pure sunshine. “I mean it.” I reply honestly, “Of course, it’s not like that means much because I like all of you. Talking about my least favorite part is like talking about my least favorite dessert - at the end of the day it’s still dessert.”

"You're really good, Red. But..." "It's sad, right?" Red said, continuing his words. "Do you know what it means?" He shake his head. "It's when you like someone but he doesn't like you back. That's why it's sad." Red suddenly laid on his shoulder making him flinch. "I honestly don't think I can ever finish that song. And if I did, I'll probably die from sadness." "Red, what are you-" "You're this close to me and yet you're so far." He whispered as he traced his chin through his finger. "I really hate sadness but you are the reason why I'm sad so I don't really mind it." He then moved away and fixed his guitar.

The soft musical instruments began and we started the song happy for you by Lukas Graham. Once you left I went to space I'm not ready for this change Where are you, where are you I can't help but wonder Are you ready are you ready now Do you forgive me am I something you can talk about Well I'm Happy, I'm happy, I'm happy for youuuuuuuuh, happy for youuuuuuuuh Just wanna be happy to Love you hate you all the same Either way it takes up space, Well I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy

my heart lies with you just give me back my tears in vain just unbreak my heart my love and all the things that caused the pain come back and give me back your hug come back and give my love to me I can't live a single day without you you were my destiny you left me broken in thousand pieces and it reflects nothing to see I can't love again in life with all that is left is pain ◇PARV POV◇ What she mean she likes him am I the fool here loving her for all these years I loved her more than anything how can you do this candy he hurted you bloody he slapped but you said you like him

Fiona Tilting his head, he looked out the window, his voice tinged with drunkenness. Paul Henry As he watched, the street lights outside gave off a faint light, the rainwater under the lights looked like a broken jade ring, each pearl fell to the ground and caught water. Fiona Listening to ancient music, on such a rainy night, a certain emotion that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly rose up. A feeling that can't be described in words, just want every minute, every second, every day, every year in the future to be like now, with someone by her side, with her through the long night.

"Let me help you with that. Seems you find pleasure in hurting yourself in one way or another." Mimie reddened. "It's j-just a tray. Plus, my brui-bruises are better healed th-than yours." "What? This?" He touched the pale red corner of his lip. "It's almost as if it wasn't there. So what's your genre of music? Hmm, these sandwiches look yummy. Bet they'll taste as much." He settled the tray on the center table and himself on the carpet. Mimie mimicked. "Just basic san-ndwich. And my genre, I'm into clas-ssic R&B songs. Wh-what about you?"

Now everything blue feels like love too Blue like the neon buzzing in a dive bar Blue like the denim on her hips in my car Blue like the echo when she says my name The color of calm and the color of flame I never meant to make her cry But she’s the best blue in my whole damn sky Yeah, baby, she’s my favorite kind of blue She walks like freedom, talks like truth A little bit wild, a little bit proof Of everything I never knew I craved Of every rule I never obeyed She— She’s the blue of a lightning strike Of ink-stained dreams in the dead of night She’s the bruise I’d wear again The one who tore me open, then Blue like the ink that I wrote her in Blue like the bruise where I let her in Blue li

Proven and tested. "So, any favorite?" She asks as she positioned the guitar her fingers touching the chords. My favorite and always will be favorite is "Thinking out loud" by Ed Sheeran. When I first heard this song I instantly fell in love with Ed Sheeran. I mean his voice. "Thinking out loud by Ed Sheeran" I answered her. "Okay. Nice choice. Don't laugh, okay?" She says and I just nodded. She started strumming the guitar and I can't help but gape at her.

I’m going to have his ass thrown in jail but immediately stopped when I heard the lyrics of my favorite songs. I hum the chorus under my breath as a smile curves the edges of my lips. It’s Lilly. And James Miller's "no matter what" is her new favorite song. She didn’t have to force me to learn it so we’d sing together. I willingly browsed the lyrics myself because it kind of resonates with how I’ve been feeling lately. She stops singing and nods approvingly at me as I lean on the wall beside the door. “I’ve been calling you, girl. Where have you been?”

My eyes closed I concentrated on the song at the same time took another cup pushed the bottom latte and quietly sang my mother's song. -"If someone asks my favorite color I’d say it’s blue endless sky I see above us blue/if someone asks my favorite color I’d say it’s blue like the sea I sail so long to see you/if suddenly the world would lose the color blue, the color blue would feel the same for me as when I lost you/" I sang in a whisper.