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.
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
