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)
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
I think about you all the time.
You're always in my head.
I reread every text you
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
Forgive me, my friend,
If I ever ask about it,
The long-distance and parting,
“मन जहां डर से परे है
और सिर जहां à
Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?
You could'v
