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."
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?
You could'v
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
