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.
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
It has meant so much
Having you as a friend.
You will always be a part of me
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I've lost a piece and it's impossible to bring it back.
I was too careless. I was too sla
