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.
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
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
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
