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.
Love is beautiful and great.
When you find the right person, it will be fate.
My
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
