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 sit here waiting
waiting for you to see
that time is running out
come o
What we have is something new,
Our love for each other has always been true.
We m
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
You have a friend in me,
Don't try and hide your feelings because your best friend can se
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust b
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
