After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
