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
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
What has happened is never spoken,
And everything around me has been broken.
Ther
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I'm living in my little world.
I'm happy there, it's okay.
It's much more fun tha
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
