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 people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
I wake up every day with your smile on my mind.
It's a beautiful sight to behold, so soft
