If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem,
So what am I to do?
If I could write a poem,
I would tell you lots of things,
Of love and happiness
and the joy your friendship brings.
But I cannot write a poem,
So you will never know
Just how much I love you,
And now I have to go!
Have you ever fought an ego?
It's a pretty tough thing to beat
It has no face, no
To me, you're like an angel, sent by God above,
To cleanse my soul of sadness and fill it
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
Peace and love,
his kiss is soft as a dove.
He makes me smile all the time
<My family's gone; there's no one home.
It's only me who's home alone.
I shouldn't
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
