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.
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
