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."
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that n
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
When our eyes met
for the very first time,
I knew it was you
to clear my
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
