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!
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
<Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
