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.
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<I've always underestimated myself,
Always tried to humble myself,
But when it cam
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
