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.
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
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
