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."
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that n
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<Time flies and memories fade.
People change and new friendships are made.
Only th
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
