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."
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
My brother can eat.
Hide your fruits,
Hide your snacks,
Hide all your tre
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
