"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.
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
There's this subject called chemistry
how it works is a total mystery
it is an at
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
