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.
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
You are mine until the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
