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.
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
<You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
