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.
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Time flies and memories fade.
People change and new friendships are made.
Only th
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
