It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
