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 thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
<Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?
You could'v
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
What hurts the most...
Was loving you so much,
But that not being enough.
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
