"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
