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
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you, the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And
We sat
And talked
About nothing
I looked
Into
Your eyes
You are my sunshine.
You are my shining star.
Everything I'm not,
You are
