Two old friends met on the street,
Hadn't talked in many a year;
"How's your family,?" asked this dear old friend,
"I'd really like to hear."
"George has a Master's in literature,"
The other said, with pride,
"And Mary's a grad in modern art,
Her career she has yet to decide."
"And How's Willy," the first friend kindly asked,
While the other displayed defeat;
"Oh, Willy's a plumber," she sighed, hanging her head,
"But wit
Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
What hurts the most...
Was loving you so much,
But that not being enough.
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
I met you as a stranger, then took you as my friend.
Our friendship is something that wil
Sometimes you have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2 am just wi
