Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust begins to form
So unless you want your bicycle
To slowly rust away,
Provide a little kindness
When the sky begins to grey.
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
