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.
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
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