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 want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
