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.
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
