Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!
I don't want to keep feeling this way,
Because each time I come closer, you move away.
Love is a mystery
never to be solved
when two people have a history
and a
I saw her during recess
And then again at lunch
I kinda liked to tease her
<Sit up straight, speak with grace
Be a lady, fashionably late.
Always walk tall,
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Her long black hair blowing in the wind
I slowly kiss her soft black skin
The way
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
