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!
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
