When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
