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
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
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
