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 live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
God blessed me one sunny day.
He sent me an angel from so far away
To love and he
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
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