Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my choice.
To leave hurtful memories behind
Or allow them to bother my mind...
The choice is mine.
To fret over a mistake when it's done
Or learn from it and move on...
The choice is mine.
To be bothered by all that people say
Or ignore them and go my own way...
The choice is mine.
To enjoy what I've been able to gain
Or ungratefully regard it with disdain...
The choice is mine.
Sometimes I won't get to pick my lot,
But whether I'll be happy or not
Will always be my choice.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
