"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.
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
