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.
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
