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.
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
