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 have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
