"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.
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
