There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.
Tiny fragments from our past, remembered pleasure.
Maybe it will be a song somebody sings,
Or the fragrance of a rose, a memory brings.
Somewhere in the background of our mind
Comes reflections of the love we left behind.
Though it's nice to think of days that brought us gladness,
Yet we can't escape the ones that brought us sadness.
Still, would we fully understand another's pain
Unless sometime within our lives we'd felt the same?
The dust of time drifts softly through the years.
Just to read our book of life may bring forth tears.
For seldom does one live a lifetime through
Without regretting things they did or did not do.
Yet would we want to live without it all?
For we're a part of everything that we recall.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
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Naught
Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
