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've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Spread your wings and flap to fly.
The sky is there for you to try.
You say the w
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Enough Hurting Those Who Love You
Wondering why you have so much hate
Before you see it will be too late
Trying to
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
Larry came into my bar
Every day to drink two beers.
"My brother’s death; o
Because She Was My Best Friend
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
