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."
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
You make me laugh and smile
when I need a cry, even if it's only for a little while.
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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