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."
Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted hi
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
