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.
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Love is a mystery
never to be solved
when two people have a history
and a
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that n
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
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