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
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
My brother can eat.
Hide your fruits,
Hide your snacks,
Hide all your tre
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
Oh my soul, be thou quiet
This is not 'another diet'
Just a program of exchange
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart,
We loved being together, now we cry
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
