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.
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
