The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads, it eats away
Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see
That you cannot change what happened,
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.
Because the past is the past for a reason.
It's been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It's done, it's unchangeable; move on.
There once was a monkey in a city's zoo,
who dreamed of the outside sun.
He did l
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
There's this little thing called friendship.
I experience it every day,
And I wil
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people woul
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
