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."
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
You're a very special person.
I'm glad that you're my friend,
For when I need a l
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
