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.
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
A wish for lots of birthday fun
To last until the day is done.
Hoping that all yo
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
