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.
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,
I loved her looks, I loved her stare.
I loved
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Peace and love,
his kiss is soft as a dove.
He makes me smile all the time
<The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
