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.
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
