Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
