Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.
My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.
(Kathleen Sheppard)
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You are my sunshine.
You are my shining star.
Everything I'm not,
You are
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from
The hardest part of any friendship
is when it is time to say goodbye,
and even th
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
रात भर रोती रही वो आँखें,
जाने किसक
मेहनत सीढियों की तरह होती हैं,
“औ
It's only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It's only when w
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
