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.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
