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.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
My heart literally hurts.
My chest is in pain.
Life without you
Will neve
