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.
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
