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."
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
When you're in the middle of nowhere and wondering why,
When you just don't know what to
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
A friend is like a star that twinkles and glows
Or maybe like the ocean that gently flows
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
