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 see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
