Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well maybe that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well maybe. I do not think I would.
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I know how it is to need money--
As much as I can get;
My teenager goes to the ma
It seemed like a good idea at the time,
But looking back now I cringe just a little.
