Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growth
and overloaded with treasure and souvenirs.
Every new step arrives out of all steps taken,
My face presents my history,
my brown eyes are jewels I cannot pawn.
I am the map of the campaign,
each ancestor has his flag,
The taste of individual beauty born of a collective effort,
every day my soul claps its hands, and sings,
consumed by the joy of a rich heritage
and all days are better than all yesterdays.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
