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 thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
