Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
A friend is like a star that twinkles and glows
Or maybe like the ocean that gently flows
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
You are my sunshine.
You are my shining star.
Everything I'm not,
You are
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
If Four Is A Party So This Is A Parade
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
