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 know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Sit up straight, speak with grace
Be a lady, fashionably late.
Always walk tall,
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
