"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.
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
