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."
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
<I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Because She Was My Best Friend
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
You're the best thing to happen to me,
So let our love fly free.
You're my dream
