
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
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Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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