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 want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
