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."
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<When you feel like the world
has turned its back on you,
there's always one perso
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a
