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."
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
