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.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
