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.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
