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."
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
You're the best thing to happen to me,
So let our love fly free.
You're my dream
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
You brought me sunshine
when I only saw rain.
You brought me laughter
whe
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life
When He Knew I Needed A Companion
Only He
