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.
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
