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.
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
My dog has a special twist,
She can't go a day unkissed.
She's not
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
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
You make me laugh and smile
when I need a cry, even if it's only for a little while.
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
