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 want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
