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 told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her
You came to me when you were sad
And I was stupid to take you back
I thought you
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
Like a daisy in the sun,
she's my friend, she's no.1,
she is as sweet as a chocol
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
