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
Her long black hair blowing in the wind
I slowly kiss her soft black skin
The way
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
